#i have never felt this eager to update a fic???

[esquitor]

[checks calendar] can i update fic yet? [checks calendar] can i update fic yet? [checks calendar] can i update fic ye

#i have many chapters but i must buffer the posting schedule. but i want to post. #i have never felt this eager to update a fic??? #me wanting to unleash all the dragon age inquisition time travel content stuck inside my head for the past 3 years #i will post... soon. maybe over the weekend. or tomorrow. that seems like a good amount of time #i'm writing so much evelyn content...!! #i was afraid i'd never get the inspo to write her part more/better but it's going good. on a Roll. #i don't know how engaging it will be but it is being Written #yes this is about tnil #scarlet rambles

[analbedo]

📔 that boy’s a liar ft asshole virgin killer jock bf childe

ngl im having Bad Childe Thoughts™️ sorry he’s such nonconner bait like skskfkkdks. also this was not supposed to be this long sadly i just got too silly wit it >_> also it’s been so long since i wrote i had to keep looking words up to make sure i used them right asksjdjsk i was staring at my phone for like 10 minutes bc there’s no way sinisterly is a word 🤨 anyway.

i could easily imagine him being, like, an asshole jock, probably plays some rich boy sport like lacrosse 😭 and every time the school year starts he’s always looking for another cute freshman to fuck. he had a thing for virgins, and no one was more virginal than a fresh out of high school girl, eager to find her first boyfriend, completely oblivious to the nature of men. (well, really, men like him.)

𐐪 warning: this fic contains dark content, please read my dark content disclaimer before continuing. minors dni.

🦢cw: virginity kink, dubcon/sexual coercion, noncon/rape (both implied and explicit, the word rape is also used), misogyny (i’m sorry women🥺), emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, unconsensual nude sharing, degradation, unconsensual creampie-ing (is there a better word for this?), hair pulling, mouth spitting, contraception mention⁉️

° 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 nsfw below the cut! 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 °

and that’s what led ajax to you, the bright eyed, overly naive barely legal cheerleader. most cheerleaders were too slutty for his tastes, but he could tell from the innocent way you swung your hips and nervousness around guys that you’d probably never had a boyfriend, let alone sex.

bagging you was too easy, he almost felt bad for you. he’d barely finished inviting you to one of his games when you’d excitedly accepted. afterward, him convincing you to go to a frat party later that night was child’s play (no pun intended). from there on, you were putty in his hands. ajax had no real intentions of dating you, you were a bit too innocent for his tastes. but, when you offhandedly mentioned you were saving yourself for “the one” (seriously?), he realized he had no other choice.

nothing really changed after you made it official, you still went to his games and parties with him, and sent him nudes that he was definitely sending to his friends’ groupchat. ajax, the notorious virgin killer, and his new victim. the general consensus was that you were the hottest one he found, which was an accomplishment, but his friends teased him for how long it was taking for him to smash— “you’re losing your touch there, casanova” kaeya texted him after he updated the chat on his latest date with you.

ajax rolled his eyes, but it was true. you were really not trying to give it up, even if you were blackout drunk, slurring your words at parties, even when he lit candles and set out rose petals for your one month anniversary, even when he said he’d never tell anyone. nothing was working, and he was starting to get annoyed. nutting on you face, tits, and ass wasn’t cutting it; if anything he was starting to get more and more sexually frustrated. he wouldn’t force you, he wasn’t that type of guy, but damn it if he wasn’t running out of ways to try to convince you to let him actually put his dick inside you; he’d even settle for just head at this point.

ajax reached his breaking point one night after a game. his team won the championship finals for their division, or something, which meant they had a solid chance at playing to win the state title. surely, he deserved something for that. so, when you invited him over to celebrate after, he was expecting more than you just surprising him with a homemade dinner after his shower.

“that’s it?” ajax asked, looking in disbelief at the table, his voice gradually growing louder and meaner as he spoke. “you fucking cook for me all the time, why the fuck would you think this is a surprise?”

you felt your heart sink a little bit; you’d put way more effort into it than your usual dishes, and you thought he’d might like a nice, fulfilling dinner after working so hard. ajax had little outbursts like this all the time, but he assured you that’s just how relationships are, and who would give up a tall, handsome, perfectly sculpted redhead athlete just because he’s a little temperamental.

you remained quiet; usually, this is where he’d apologize and say he had a bad day, or was tired. but, his tirade kept going.

“we’ve been together three fucking months and you’re still acting like the same boring virgin bitch as when we started dating. i thought for once you’d stop fucking neglecting me and finally fucking put out.” ajax reached up to run a hand through his damp auburn hair, his towel slipping down ever so slightly as he did so. you felt your face grow warm in embarrassment and desire. you wanted to wait, but him borderline flashing you sent butterflies down your stomach to between your legs.

“i’m sorry,” you said meekly, genuinely meaning it. you tried explaining how scared you were to do it for the first time; stds, pregnancy, or having your cherry popped, which you imagined would be more painful than it sounds. ajax always gave you the same responses, that he was clean, he’d pull out, he’d be gentle. you had no reason to deny him, really, you saw a future with him; and, if he’d dated you this long without having sex, you imagined he’d want to be with you forever once you said yes.

but still, something in your body was telling you to stop, leave, run. as many butterflies as he gave you, there were still cold claws of dread and fear dragging in your chest at the thought of sleeping with him. “i’m just not ready yet, baby. i’m sorry.” you replied, unable to meet his eye.

that was probably a good thing, because the look of disgust he casted would’ve been enough to make you break down in tears. “not… ready?” ajax asked in an angry low timbre. “you’re a fucking adult, for christ’s sake, what the fuck do you mean you’re not ready? it’s fucking sex, not a marriage proposal.” he huffed incredulously, running both hands through his hair now while throwing his head back. he turned away from you, finally allowing you to lift your gaze from the floor. staring at his back, you realized just how muscular your boyfriend was— and tall too.

if he really wanted it, he could easily take it. you wouldn’t stand a chance.

the thought alone made your throat swell and eyes prick. you never thought he could be that kind of guy; and if he is, wouldn’t it be better to just let him do what he wants? maybe he’d go easy on you if you said yes now.

“everyone else on the team is probably getting ass at that after party, and i’m fucking stuck here playing house with a childish ass bitch,” ajax groaned. his words felt like punches straight to the gut; you instinctively held your abdomen in response. he turned around to you, his face now free of anger, but full of… something. you didn’t know what, but it was sending shivers down your spine. “you know, this is the longest i’ve ever gone without having sex,” he said in a neutral tone, slowly walking around the table to approach you. you winced as he lifted your chin up, bringing his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“look at me,” ajax said softly, but sinisterly. you forced your tear filled eyes to meet his, but not without trembling in fear. “you’re neglecting me, you know. isn’t it a little unfair to deprive me of intimacy, when i’ve been doing everything i can to make you comfortable? why are you so scared of me, hm? why don’t you trust me?” you merely blinked in response; if you talked you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back sobbing. “i don’t neglect you, do i? is there anything you want that i don’t for do?” you pondered the question; though he was rarely ever nice or this soft spoken, he had a point— physically, he’d given you all the cuddles and forehead kisses you could want.

still, that wasn’t the same thing as having sex? or, was it? who’s to say he finds cuddling as intimate as lovemaking? maybe sex was to him what cuddling was to you— maybe you were neglecting him. you shook your head softly in reply.

“good girl, you’re right. i’ve done everything i can to prove you can trust me, does that not matter to you? will i never be good enough for you?” ajax’s voice sounded sincere, but the cold, perverse look in his eyes still made you doubt. “i’ve been so patient, baby. i could’ve taken it any time i wanted, but i waited for you. you gonna keep me waiting forever?”

something about his logic wasn’t quite adding up to you— but, it didn’t matter. your brain was too clogged with fear to compute anything. plus, he confirmed what you tried so hard to not acknowledge all along: if he wanted you, he could have you, whether you wanted it or not. your heart thudded in your chest.

you felt guilty for depriving your boyfriend for so long, but that was overshadowed by your fear of what he’d do to you if you kept kept saying no. “ok,” you whispered meekly, so soft you were surprised he even heard it.

or, maybe he didn’t. it probably wouldn’t have made much of a difference.

ajax smiled, though this time his grin of approval filled you with cold terror instead of giddy excitement. “i knew you’d do the right thing.”

***

“shouldn’t we use condoms?” you asked. you were sitting on your bed, wrapping your naked body with your fuzzy pink blanket. maybe you were as childish as he said. the more you thought about it, the less you wanted to do it, but, it was too late mow.

“they’re too small for me, but, don’t worry, i’m clean. can’t let an std fuck up my lacrosse career, you know?” ajax said casually, walking towards the bed.

“no, not for that. i meant for- i mean, like, i’m not on, like, birth control or anything—” you stammered.

“oh that’s fine, i was gonna pull out anyway. can’t let a baby fuck up my career, either,” he replied, chuckling at his own joke before giving you a light peck. “plus, you’re too hot to knock up right now, it’d ruin your body. i’d save that for after you’ve already hit the wall. anyway,” he said sliding back on the bed and leaning against the wall. “come here princess, i’ll show you what to do.”

you turned around and crawled toward him, sitting back on your heels. his comment about your body momentarily snapped you out of your fearful haze; were you really about to give it up to such an asshole?

ajax twirled his finger, motioning you. “face that way, towards the door. and get on your hands and knees”

“like this?”

“perfect. now—” instead of giving instructions, ajax put his hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down roughly. “you’re gonna stay like that.”

it was kind of humiliating being in such a lewd pose; you’d always imagined your first time would be passionate missionary sex, not getting your back blown out. ajax shuffled behind you on the bed; he was taking his boxers off.

“okay, you ready? i’m gonna be honest, it’s pretty big, and it’s gonna hurt a lot before it starts to feel good, alright?” ajax said as he positioned himself behind you, his hands on your hips as he slowly dragged the tip of his dick against your vulva. “just keep taking it, though,” he said, lowering his voice for the rest of his sentence: “i didn’t wait all this time just to get blue balled.”

ajax lined himself up with your hole, and you sucked in a breath as you felt the slight pressure of his tip on the outer rim. you winced, scrunching your face as you prepared for him to actually go in.

sadly, nothing could’ve prepared you for that type of pain.

“fuck— ajax stop, no, it hurts— it hurts too much—” you cried out, practically screaming.

“tch. stop being so dramatic, i’m not even halfway in,” ajax paused his speech as he pushed into you further, eliciting a yelp. the searing pain was almost enough to render you unconscious, and, god, how you wish it actually did. “it’ll hurt less once you’re used to it. relax, for fucks sake. the more you panic the more it hurts.”

you wished you could heed his advice— but, then again, what does he know? he’d only ever inflicted the pain, never received it. there’s no way he could comprehend how horrific it felt being split open, your body resisting every inch but still being made to take it. the pain came from between your legs and in your head, too, the few fleeting thoughts you had besides how much it hurt questioning how he could put you through this, if he really loved you, he knew you weren’t ready.

you abandoned speech altogether, merely sobbing as ajax continued to push his thick cock inside you.

ajax paused again. “crying’s only hot if i can see it. shut the fuck up, you’re killing the mood.” when you didn’t stop sobbing, he grabbed you by the ponytail, jerking your towards him so he could mutter in your ear; the shock was enough to shut you up, at least momentarily. “i swear i get soft ‘cause you keep whining like a bitch, you’re gonna suck it til it’s hard again, and i’ll make sure it hurts a whole lot fucking worse.” he let go of your hair, your body flopping limply back onto your bed.

you took a deep breath, biting down on your arm to silence yourself, and prepared for the worst.

ajax was angry now, and, being the cause of his agitation, he happily took it out you. you bit down so hard you could’ve sworn you drew blood as he continued to shove his cock inside you; his thrusts were rough, it felt as he was tearing you open. just as your brain grew delirious with pain, you felt one final shove before the warmth of his body was against your ass.

“there, that wasn’t so bad, was it, baby? i don’t even think you’re bleeding,” ajax cooed. you were so beat down you couldn’t even speak, but he didn’t really need a reply; he didn’t care how bad it was for you, because it was perfect for him. “but i know you’re still a virgin, or, were a virgin, ‘cause you’re so fucking tight.” he moaned as he held your hips and pushed into further, somehow managing to get even deeper. this caused a new type of discomfort; less of the searing torture of him going in, but a nonetheless dull, aching pain in your lower abdomen.

“fuck, you feel so good, pussy’s gripping me so tight like it’s made for me. think i just hit your cervix, too.” ajax’s hands traveled from your hips to your ass, massaging the soft flesh on either side. “you’re so fucking hot, i could probably cum just from this.”

panic became the new sensation that took you over. “but you said you’d pull out,” you cried, trying a last ditch attempt to crawl away from him.

ajax easily held you against him again, and sighed in annoyance. “i said i could, not that i would, stupid slut. you’re the last girl alive i’d knock up; who’d wanna spend 18 years with your annoying ass?”

tears returned to your eyes; is this really how he viewed you? was this entire relationship just a ruse to get in your pants?

well, it didn’t matter, at this point. he was already there, and wasn’t leaving until he finished. you had no choice but to take it.

ajax clicked his tongue before gently sliding out of you, barely an inch. he showed no mercy thrusting back into you, though, making that dull ache resonate again. he slowly pulled out again, leaving only the tip inside.

“damn, you’re pretty wet for a bitch that says she doesn’t want it,” he sneered. ajax slammed his dick back inside you; strangely, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time, minus him hitting your cervix. “but virgins are all the same,”ajax continued, picking up the pace at which he rutted into you. “you pretend you don’t want it to ‘cause of your purity bullshit, but the second i’ve got you bent over you start creamin’ on me like a porn star, can’t help yourself.”

the pain of him sliding into you was gone at this point; you could only feel the drag of his cock against your walls, rubbing against a spot that made ecstasy shoot through you. even the ache from him going too deep started to feel pleasurable. you couldn’t help but moan as waves of euphoria washed over you.

“yeah, you like that, baby?” ajax purred, before sending a sharp smack to your ass. he chuckled hearing you moan at that, too. “damn, you’re a masochist, too? didn’t think a pure little princess would be such a whore in bed.” he slapped your ass again, before reaching around to grab your neck and pull you towards him and titling your head back so he could look into your face. “bet you’re sorry for making me wait, huh? fucking tease,” he snapped, before spitting into your mouth. “swallow it.”

you did as you were told, disgusted by the feeling of the warm, foamy liquid landing in your mouth and sliding down your esophagus. he let you go, and you fell again back onto the bed. ajax placed a large hand on your back, pushing you down into the right position.

“keep your back fucking arched,” ajax scolded. with one hand pressing you into the sheets, and one firmly grasping the softness of your hip, he rutted into you, harder, and faster, each thrust sending shots of pleasure and pain throughout your whole body.

“ah- ajax- slow- fuck- slow down, ‘ts too much- too fast-i can’t—” you moaned, drooling onto the sheets. it felt so wrong, letting him do this to you, with all the awful things he’s said and done— but, you couldn’t help how good it felt taking his dick, every movement adding to the euphoric build up that made your body limo and head dizzy.

the intensity of pain and pleasure increased as he leaned over to hiss in your ear: “you’re gonna take what i fucking give you., slut.” ajax pried open your jaw, and shoved two long fingers into your mouth. “i’m tired of listening to you moaning, i wanna hear you gag for me, princess.” you choked around him, his digits pressing the back of your throat. “yeah, just like that, baby.”

the feeling of his fingers being pushed down your throat as he panted in your ear, while still not letting up on his rapid thrusts was all too stimulating; you felt your body tremble as you came, tranquillizing euphoria spreading your body like electricity. you could vaguely feel your pussy flutter around ajax’s dick, involuntarily clenching around him.

“fuck, you just got so much tighter— ah, wetter, too,” ajax moaned in your ear, burying his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. “fuck, baby, i’m so close, feels so fucking good—” he cut himself off with his own panting, desperately chasing his own release.

it took you a moment to register his words in your post orgasm haze, but you quickly snapped to attention once you did. you jerked your head to the side so his fingers were no longer massaging the back of your tongue.

“wait- ajax, you said you’d pull out—”

“god, i know, i will, now shut the fuck up before you ruin it,” he groaned. his hands moved to yours, pinning your wrists down while as rhythm grew sloppy.

“ajax, please- you said you wouldn’t, cum inside me— please— please don’t don’t—“ you plead desperately.

“shut up, bitch,” ajax spat. “i know what im fucking doing,”. “i’m not gonna nut inside you— fuck— just need a little more—ah”

“please don’t,” you whispered softly; you were almost certain ajax wouldn’t risk cumming inside you— his reasoning was sound, but there again was that feeling of chilling dread as he kept messily rutting into you.

“fuck, ‘ts so good, so fucking wet— ah” ajax panted, indifferent to your reminders. his speed slowed, now more pronounced pounding. “fuck, fuck, i’m sorry baby, it just feels too fucking good, i can’t— ahh”

you screamed for him to stop, but it was too late; you could feel after his final thrust a warmth inside you, spreading deeper into your core as he wrapped his arms around you. “ajax, stop it— get off— let me go!” you screeched, desperately trying to break free from his grasp.

“sorry, princess, ‘ts too late now. shit, there’s so fucking much, too,” ajax sighed, pushing into you even harder. “fuck.”

nothing could describe the disgust you felt, trapped under your boyfriend’s sweaty, toned body as he forced you to take every last drop of his cum, shamelessly draining his balls inside your limp body. you knew you had to worry about pregnancy or an sti, but those were far from your mind.

the only thing you could think about is how bad you wanted to die.

ajax finally released you, getting off the bed and searching for his clothes. once free, you immediately crawled into a fetal position, tears pooling from your eyes as his cum drooled down your thighs.

epilogue

“sorry about that, by the way,” ajax said nonchalantly, as if he didn’t basically ruin your life. “it’s been so long since i last had sex, i guess i forgot how to pull out in time, so it’s kind of on you for making me wait.”

you said nothing; as humiliated as you were, you couldn’t risk more embarrassment by actually responding to him.

“hey, so, there’s still an after party going on, so i think i’m gonna check that out. you don’t have to worry about coming though— shit, sorry— attending, i know you probably have some shit you wanna work through right now. soooo,” you heard his footsteps head toward your bedroom door. he paused, as if he was waiting for a response, but eventually you heard him leave your room, head out the front door, and drive off. you laid on your bed, curled up in shame, for what felt like an eternity, until the loud text alert from your phone jolted you out of your catatonic state. it was a text— from ajax, surprisingly.

hey. left you a apology gift on your table. hope it helps.

you threw on a bathrobe and shuffled miserably back to your dining room. the elaborate feast you made was embarrassing to look at; all that effort just to get borderline raped by your boyfriend for his special night. you saw the gift he must have been referring to: a wad of bills, that, when you counted them it amounted to $65. you read the messy scrawl on the accompanying note:

enough for a plan b ♡

#tw noncon #tw dubcon #childe #childe smut #childe x reader #genshin smut #tartaglia smut #ajax x reader #<- damn how many names this mf got like ⁈

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 26: Thereafter

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1k AN: This is more of an epilogue of sorts. There's not a lot of dialogue, but it does kind of wrap everything up. I really have enjoyed writing this, and I hope you have enjoyed it as well :) thanks for a fun time and a great ride. I could say 5,000 more things about this fic and how much I love you for supporting it, but let's finish this up :)

It had taken Ace a few days to make the house liveable, but plenty of people had opened their homes for you to stay in while you all finished the essential repairs. They never made you feel like a burden, and even though you tried to keep to yourselves, they were eager to get to know you.

You had expected to pay for all the tools you needed, but the townsfolk on this island were kind and generous. Several families had lent Ace tools, and some had even come by to offer their help. Even though you were on a hill outside of town, people dropped in throughout the day, bringing baked goods or hand-sewn linens as welcoming gifts. 

So much for privacy. You had more of it in your shared bunkhouse on the Moby Dick. 

But you didn’t find yourself irritated by the townspeople’s check-ins. While most of them asked basic questions about your past and eyed Ace’s scarred back, they never pried. And even better, they always seemed to know when it was time to leave. 

After a few weeks, you had fallen into a strange pattern of familiarity. Even as your belly grew bigger, you tried your best to help Ace as much as you could every day. In the morning, you would get up and make him coffee. He would always scold you, claiming that you were the one who was supposed to be pampered right now, but he continued to allow you to do it for now. 

You all would eat a quick breakfast, and then begin to work on house improvements. The morning was the best time to work, since it was still cool out. The two of you patched up holes in the walls and began to decorate the inside of your little two-bedroom cabin. The projects never seemed to end.

And every morning while you worked, Mr. Cheddle would deliver a newspaper, and you would invite him in for breakfast. If he declined, you would send him some kind of snack to thank him for bringing the paper up the hill. You knew he didn’t mind, but you still felt obligated to send him away with something. 

You’d leave Ace to go make lunch, and usually find some variety of baked goods on the counter from someone welcoming you to the town. You often found yourself wondering if people would ever stop sending you things, or if you would become someone who baked for your neighbors just for the hell of it. 

At lunch, you would read the paper and update Ace on anything interesting. Afterwards, the two of you would typically walk to town together to find something to do. Some days you would shop, others you would go your separate ways. Whether it was tea with Arabelle, or a walk in the park with Crilly and her three dogs, or even sitting at Sellie-Tien’s shop and catching up on gossip, you always found something to do. 

And as the sun set, you and Ace would walk back up the hill, talking of your time spent apart, and even stopping to chat with others along the road. 

What a strange life you were living. How mundane it all was. And yet…perfect. 

On one particular day it had been too hot for you to work, even in the morning. And with nothing to do, you decided to read the News Coo early. You kept your eyes peeled for any words of Luffy, but there had been no news of him since his stunt at Marineford. 

However, today there was far more interesting news on the front page. One you had been waiting for. 

One about Portgas D. Ace.

“You’re dead!” You cheered, holding up the News Coo to show Ace. 

Ace dropped his tools and ran over to you, reading it over quickly. 

“They made a grave for me and everything,” he said. “Impressive.” 

“It helps that they took your hat,” you mentioned. He pouted at the thought. 

“I’m gonna miss that hat.” He handed the paper back to you. “What about you?”

“Still nothing.” You read through the article once again just to make sure you hadn’t skipped anything. “I doubt they’ll officially say I’m dead.”

“Really?” Ace asked. “Why’s that?”

“Because they reported it wrong once,” you admitted, setting the paper down. “They can’t do that again. Can you imagine the embarrassment?”

“But they won’t bother us here.” Ace looked out over the ocean. “They don’t have jurisdiction.”

“That’s why Marco chose it for us,” you said. “It’s quiet. Out of the way. Nobody will bother us. It’s perfect.”

“Seems like a more than fair trade off,” Ace said, and you nodded in agreement. 

“We finally get to have our happily ever after.”

Ace smiled at you, kissing your cheek. “And I can’t wait to spend it with you. Our perfect little family.”

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Sengoku stared long and hard at a small piece of paper with little hearts doodled all over. Against everything that he knew and had been told, the card sat between his fingers in perfect condition. 

Garp walked into the room, full of drive and purpose. “Listen Sengoku, I need to tell you something. I-“

“I know,” he said. “You’re going to retire. But before you turn in that resignation letter, I want to give you something.”

Sengoku handed off the piece of paper covered with hearts. “Do with this what you will. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never seen it.”

Garp examined it, and his breath caught in his throat when he saw the name written across it in perfect cursive. Ace. 

“Where did you get this?”

“We took it off Portgas D. Ace when he arrived at Impel Down.  We thought it belonged to him, but that must not be the case, since he’s dead now.”

Garp held the card in his hand carefully. The paper slowly inched away from him. “So who’s it belong to then?”

“Probably nobody,” Sengoku shrugged. “I’m about to retire myself, and that little scrap of paper seems like a lot of paperwork and a lot of personal investigation. I just don’t have it in me. Especially for some pirate who we all saw die. Take it off my hands for me. Do something with it, just don’t tell me what. As a favor.”

“Yes sir,” Garp said, tears in his eyes. “Thank you.”

“No Garp,” Sengoku said. “Thank you.”

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they stare at me (and i stare at you) {Felix Catton/Reader}

one. i saw you kept your gaze controlled

Summary: It's Orientation Week at Oxford and Felix is excited to experience everything university life has to offer him. Mostly socially. Almost all of his peers, thankfully, seem to be on the same wavelength as him, except you. Fine, if you wanted to take yourself too seriously, you could do it far away from him, he thinks. At least, that's what he thinks at first.

Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. Reader is the Acting CEO of their family's International Media and Telecommunications Empire. There will be smut in future chapters (see masterpost for more details/warnings). You & Felix are both 19.

This is technically an AU of my long running fic head, heart, hand. but can be read 100% on its own. No prior information from that fic is necessary going into this at all.

{ masterpost }

A/N: 1787 words. Hi! Excited to finally be publishing the first part of this!! Updates will be slow, but I've already got about 20k written from all around the timeline so I just need to piece everything together. This takes place in Felix's first year of Uni so this fic won't feature Oliver. If you like it, or have thoughts about it, I'd love to hear from you!

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There's a novel charm, Felix considers, about moving into the Oxford dormitories, even if the hallowed halls echo his own home more than most other students.

During orientation, he makes friends easily, all warm smiles and sincere laughter; people have always flocked to Felix. Part of it is his natural charm, but he's never been above exploiting his looks while putting his best foot forward in situations like these. His outfits are always on trend and on brand, and he spends longer in the mirror than he'd ever admit to another living soul.

It was a breeze to make friends of his peers, the people in his course - business, at his parents suggestion - the people in his dorm, anyone he really came across who felt like giving him the time of day. Everything always seemed to reinforce what he already knew; Felix Catton was a born people-person, there was nothing that could shake his confidence in that fact. Well there wasn't anything, until he met you.

In all honesty, Felix's first impression of you was that you were strangely familiar, but ultimately rather dull.

During that orientation week, he'd gotten himself to all of the introductory workshops to his course that the University had set up for students to meet their classmates and get an overview of their degrees. At every single one, you were there, hanging back, rather quiet, seeming preferring to observe the rest of your peers unless your input was specifically called for. Again, your name rang a bell to him, but you were a non-event otherwise as he focused on getting to know the people who seemed far more eager to engage. At best, you were simply a standoffish prick at the back of the room who always felt the need to wear fucking business casual to decidedly casual casual workshops.

Once, he overhears a guy he thinks is named Benji asking if he'd seen you at the club that night. Though your smile is barely a smile, more a suggestion of amusement rather than anything else, your tone is sharp and bright.

"Of course I'll be there."

"Looking forward to it," Benji grins, before heading off in the opposite direction. Felix realises he's been caught eavesdropping when your gaze meets his. He's not quite sure how to react, not to the conversation he'd overheard, nor to the curious look you're now giving him. Instead of calling him out, or even saying anything at all, you nod to him once, and take off in the direction of the dining hall.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Felix finds himself at the club that had been catering to the first years every night this week so far. He drinks, he has a good time, and he ends up going home with a pretty girl studying Chemistry, but he didn't recognise anyone there to be you.

More and more he starts seeing you around campus, or maybe it just feels like that now that you've caught his attention. Did you always have people around you or did he not notice you amongst some of the people he'd started to befriend. Our maybe he hasn't reconsidered you because he'd never seen you properly smile like that before. Everywhere Felix saw you, you were amongst friends, sometimes even one or two of his. It was never opportune moments, however, he always seemed to be on his way to or from something. He felt like he never got the opportunity to properly meet you.

Until it's eleven o'clock on a Friday night, and he hears your voice coming from around the side of one of the dorms as he was on his way to celebrate the last day of orientation week with the rest of the first years.

"- yeah, no, I know it was Decker," you sounded annoyed, and when Felix investigates, he sees you leaning against the wall by the entrance to a dorm building, phone to your ear, smoking a cigarette. Except if he hadn't just heard your voice, he'd barely be able to tell it was you; why the hell would you choose to live your life in business casual when you could look this damn good? "Because Decker's been a pain in my ass ever since -" whoever was on the other end of your call cut you off and you sighed deeply, pinching your brow out of frustration, "yeah, I just need this pulled before it can get to print for Monday," you sighed. Stubbing your cigarette out on the wall, you ducked down to pick up a dark bottle that had been hidden in the bushes by your feet.

Felix doesn't know exactly why he keeps watching, but he's fascinated. He can't look away.

"I emailed you a bunch of ads for charities we could run in its place, pick one, stick it in, it's on me, it's my good deed for the day- no, tonight!" You insisted, scowling, before you took a sip of your drink, rebuffing whoever is protesting on the other end of the line, "I'd rather the page be fucking blank- because we're not printing a homophobic hit piece on Portia De Rossi a week after she comes out!" You argued, before you sighed deeply, adding, "or ever, fucking obviously." Then, frustrated, "of course Decker fucking okayed it, you saw the shit he wrote about Rosie O'Donnell back before I -" but again, you were cut off, "I told him to cut that shit out the moment-" you took another drink, furious, "no, first thing Monday I'm having words with him." There's a terse goodbye, and your phone clicks shut, and Felix suddenly feels like he's snapping out of a trance.

"Can I help you with something?" You snapped suddenly, seemingly to no-one. Felix feels his heart rate pick up nervously. It only spikes hire when your head turns to look at him. Your gaze is ice fucking cold. You take another drink.

"Is everything okay?" Felix hears himself asking. Your lips twisted into a humourless smile, and you reached into your pocket to pull out a pocketbook of cigarettes.

"Peachy," you say bitterly, "do you have a light? I usually wouldn't ask but these pants are stupidly tight and it's going to be a hassle to get my own."

"Downside to looking that good I guess," Felix steps forward, rummaging around in his jacket pocket to find his lighter. What he's said doesn't hit him until you're leaning in to light your cigarette from his offered fire, but it seems you hadn't quite heard him, to preoccupied with your thoughts, "are you on your way out tonight?" Felix tries again, and you take a long draft, thanking him quietly as your expression scrunched up with a thoughtful kind of irritation.

"Is getting absolutely pissed tonight the smartest move? Absolutely not," you huffed, jaw set in a firm line, "am I going to do it anyways? You fucking bet." Then, you turn to him, eyebrows raised, "what about you, Catton?"

Felix kind of feels like you'd just smacked him. What?

"How did you know -?"

"Heard your name a dozen times over the week, we're in the same course," you offered easily. This Felix knew, however the alarm bells in Felix's mind just started ringing louder. There was something about you now, something almost too casual about how you choose to look away, take another sip of your drink.

"Pretty sure they only asked for our first names," he frowns. There's something rather dreadful the way you look at him out of the corner of your eye, smile curling at the edges of your lips like you're pleased.

"Perceptive one, aren't you?" The tone of your voice makes him feel like he's won the world's worst prize. Pushing off of the wall, you make a start towards him, and the path off of campus. You shove your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket as you pass, "walk with me, Felix Catton," you called out to him as he watches you pass.

He thinks you might be a trickster spirit, attempting to steal his soul. Or maybe you're just going to kill him.

For some stupid reason, he still chooses to walk with you.

He really tries not to dwell on how unsettling it was that you seemed to know more about him than you let on. He's pretty sure he recognises you from somewhere, perhaps you'd recognised him too, and you'd simply remembered.

"You're Y/N," your last name, however, does not come to mind. You confirmed easily, offering him a cigarette. He doesn't need to prompt for your last name, thankfully; you offer it. Somehow, it still doesn't feel like an equal exchange. There's several minutes of silence, broken only by the gentle sound of gravel crunching beneath both your feet, and the occasional sip you take of your drink. Finally, Felix asks who Decker is.

"Twenty stone worth of bigotry shoved into the most weasly looking cunt you've ever seen in your life," you muttered darkly, though the wording shocks a laugh from Felix, and your anger softens at the sound, wearing a pleased little grin when you look over to him, "he knows I check everything, especially his shit since I don't trust him, don't know how he thought he could pull a fast one on me like that."

"What kind of work do you do?"

"It's just the family business," you shrugged off the question with ease, "I've been helping dad out with it for years, so he's asked me to take care of a few things while he's on holiday."

"Local paper?"

"What?"

"You were talking about something going to print on Monday, does your family run a local paper back home?" When Felix's question is met with silence, he looks to you. He wasn't expecting to see you looking suddenly uncomfortable.

"Something like that," was all you offered, evasively. There's another beat of silence before you seem to shrug off your discomfort, giving him a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, "our parents are friends," direct and to the point, "I used to see you at," you paused for a moment, deliberating, adding carefully, "parties." Eyes bright, there's still something careful beneath that in the way you're watching him. Parties, you say when he knows you meant events. The formal kind he fucking hated. Huh.

"That's where you got my name from," his relief, however, is short-lived when he sees the strange look you give him. But in the next minute it's gone, and you're looking out to the road ahead.

"Exactly."

For reasons Felix can't put into words, there's not a single part of him that believes you.

#felix catton x reader #saltburn x reader #saltburn imagine #felix catton imagine #felix catton x y/n #felix catton x you #manic writer #ceo au #felix imagine #felix x reader #felix x you

[underdark-dreams]

WIP Preview: Birds & Bees Ch.3

Have been slowly cooking on a doozy of a final chapter for my Rolan x Tav rut fic Birds and Bees, featuring plenty of smut, feelings, and smut-with-feelings. (why not all three?)

But first a preview of the pure smut, for everyone who has followed & patiently waited for updates! I love you all!

“I should take a sample of your blood this week,” Tav said with sudden inspiration. “Blood alchemy during a heat cycle…not sure it’s ever been tried.”

“Really?” Rolan was kissing idly across her shoulder blades while she lay reading on her stomach. “If you truly want to, I’d give you a vial. Not sure what applications you'd expect to get out of it.”

“I can think of one very lucrative one.”

She flipped through a few more pages before she caught Rolan looking at her quizzically.

“Aphrodisiacs?” She gave a wave of her hand, as if it was quite obvious. “If I could bottle up some of that magic, I'd be a rich woman.”

Rolan looked a bit scandalized before he caught the corners of her mouth twitching. His eyes glinted.

“You’re insufferable.” He clicked his tongue at her. “I’ve trusted you during a very delicate time, you know.”

“Hmmm.” She continued lazily through her book. “Maybe I'll just save it up for myself, then. You only go into rut every year or two, don't you? I might want to store away some of that virility for a rainy day.”

“You absolute menace—”

She felt a thrill like that of a misbehaving child before Rolan pounced on her. His hands landed beside her elbows as his warm weight pressed her body deliciously into the mattress.

“I'm perfectly capable of getting you off any time of any year.” The thick ridges of his length slid hard over her rear, punctuating his statement.

“But I've never slept with you outside your cycle, have I? I'd have no way of knowing,” she protested lightly, though the way she arched and rubbed back against his cock undercut her teasing completely.

Rolan nipped at a spot behind her shoulder that made her shiver, and his baritone ghosted beside her ear. “I can think of a few well-proven methods.”

His fingers reached to drag her prop book away out of her grip. Then his body heat left her. Before Tav could look back, she felt his hands hook under the front of her pelvis and tug, lifting her ass upward off the mattress. He kept pulling until she’d been forced to scoot her knees all the way up under her hips and drop her shoulders.

With her chest pressed down against the sheets and her ass propped vulgarly upward, she felt an exposing rush of cool air across the wet spot between her legs. More aching desire was already pooling at her entrance, and she was certain Rolan was taking a very long look at the view she was presenting him.

Just as she tried to crane her neck against the sheets to see his face, Rolan’s hot breath ghosted across her cunt.

A trembling whine caught in her throat. She found herself arching her back as far as she could, giving him a full view and complete access, shamelessly eager for the feel of his mouth on her.

Rolan’s fingers cupped around her thighs. When the tip of his nose brushed near her entrance, she heard him inhale deeply against her.

The small gesture was obscene and shockingly arousing. She bit back a gasp. She throbbed between her legs and felt a drop of slick leak out and roll down her inner thigh. Without pause, Rolan’s hot tongue swept it from her skin.

“Gods,” he groaned, and she felt his mouth vibrate against her thigh. “You are utterly delicious. Do you know what you do to me?”

#nsft #spicy #wip update #rolan x tav #bg3 rolan #birds and bees #rebgrrl writes #tiefling biology #rut and heat cycles

[astrophileous]

Love Bugs (Pt. 01)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female Reader

Synopsis: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

Warning(s): 18+ NSFW SMUT, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight mdom/fsub dynamic, praise kink (?), dubious consent (only because both of them are kinda drunk), alcohol consumption, cursing (a lot of it)

Word Count: 3700-ish

Author's Note: sooo I used to write for law and order svu a long time ago on my old account, but I haven't really picked up fanfiction writing for a long time now, but this is definitely a first time for me writing smut so pls keep that in mind lol. that being said, I was absolutely APPALLED by the lack of derek fanfics on this platform, hence why I decided to take matters into my own hand and wrote this little piece right here :) this fic is gonna be divided into several parts and I'll try to post an update asap. the tw will be adjusted accordingly on each part of the fic. I'll also be making a masterlist for the whole series hopefully sooner rather than later. in the meantime, I hope you enjoy the story below and don't forget to drop a like/comment/reblog xoxo

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Since the first time you met him, Derek Morgan was never less than 200 pounds of danger and charm, and he wore that fact with immense pride.

"I'm Derek," he offered smoothly, palm extended to shake yours the moment Hotch introduced you to the team.

"Nice to meet you," was your reply. His hand felt sturdy against your clammy one. "You can call me (Y/N). Or Beetle. Whichever works."

"Beetle?" Someone in the room interjected. You were pretty sure her name was Emily. "How'd you get Beetle from (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"It's a childhood nickname. Kinda stuck." You shrugged. "It's a long story."

That was how everything started.

Flirtatious was Derek's second nature. You convinced yourself not to be swayed by the sweet nothings he kept on dropping wherever he went, especially when you began to understand more about his dynamics with Penelope Garcia. You were just another side quest in his little game, and Derek was merely eager to be the number one top player in the leaderboard.

But your heart, unfortunately, had always been much more vulnerable than your head.

And Derek Morgan, as you came to find out, was its biggest kryptonite.

"Hey, Bug." Derek had approached you after one particularly grisly case. The nickname he had chosen to adopt for you after a couple of weeks being on the team dripped easily from his tongue. "Drinks afterwards?"

"Sure. Who else is coming?"

"Just us two tonight, sweetheart." He winked.

You should have seen it coming.

You should have known that getting drinks late at night with Derek Morgan--alone--was going to be the start of your rapid downfall.

Derek Morgan was the kryptonite to your heart.

Yet then again, you always knew you were secretly a masochist.

"Okay, okay, back up a minute," Derek choked out in between laughter. "That's how you got the nickname Beetle?"

You were quite enjoying the sight in front of you. Twinkled eyes, carefree Derek, who was finally able to let himself loose thanks to the alcohol in his system. The smile lines on his face miraculously made him appear younger, and you could almost catch a glimpse of the young, ambitous football star he once had been before he began pursuing the life of law and justice.

"Yep." You nodded sheepishly, stirring the remaining liquor in the glass in front of you. "I didn't know, okay? How was I supposed to know that beetles can reproduce and multiply that much in the span of a couple of weeks? And frankly, I blame my teachers for failing to satisfy the curiosity of an eight-year old me."

"Alright. Blame the underappreciated heroes of this country, then. How were they supppsed to know you'd actually manage to cause a beetle infestation, Bug?" He pointed an accusatory finger at you. "Please tell me you got punished."

"I did. Mandatory volunteer work." Derek stared in disbelief at your answer. "Well, they wanted to suspend me, but my mother could be very persuasive."

"Meaning, she threatened to sue the school?" Derek raised an eyebrow, remembering the one time you told him that your mom was a lawyer before she passed away.

The rest of the night unraveled similarly. With more anecdotes shared and less sobriety kept, conversation with Derek flowed effortlessly. It felt like a swimmer being back in the water after a year-long sabbatical. Before the two of you realized it, hours had passed since you and Derek first stumbled into that bar, and the finale of an exhausting day had at last morphed into the premiere of a better one.

At Derek's insistence, he accompanied you on the taxi ride back to your apartment, ignoring the constant protest that you kept voicing out loud during the entire journey.

"This is absolutely unnecessary. I told you I'm fine," you grumbled as you staggered from the taxi towards your apartment bulding.

Derek caught up with you easily despite having to linger back to pay for the taxi fare. You stopped on the steps leading towards the front door, too busy fishing for your apartment key to notice that your balance had started slipping from your state of inebriation.

You laughed drunkenly when you felt yourself fall into a pair of strong arms. "Whoopsies. Sorry."

"Careful, Bug. Don't hurt yourself," Derek muttered softly.

Your whole body shuddered at the sensation of his breath on your ear. Derek had never felt this close before. Not even when you hugged each other goodbye or when you embraced one another after a close call in one of your cases. This time, his arms around you felt intimate. That fact alone managed to sober you up even if only for a fraction.

"Okay. I'm okay."

You scrambled out of Derek's firm but gentle hold, finally producing the offensive key from your purse before inserting it into the key hole.

"Thanks for taking me home. You didn't have to."

"I know." Derek raised his fingers, pushing away the strands of hair that had fallen over your eyes as a consequence of the passing wind. "I wanted to."

You stood there under the darkness, body nailed in place by a force far greater than anything you ever knew. Derek was looking at you with an unidentifiable gaze. One that seemed to burn brightly beneath his eyes, but warm and tender once they fell upon your skin.

The intensity was new. Overwhelming. It struck your core, stripping you bare of any defense left in both your body and soul.

Perhaps, that was exactly why the next words even managed to leave your mouth.

"You're pretty."

And God, he really was.

Derek Morgan was beautiful. All six feet and two inches of him. He looked pretty in the mornings when he slid a warm cup of hazelnut latte across your desk, and he looked just as pretty in the evening under the delicate strokes of moonlight.

At the sight of his amused beam in response to your sudden remark, you began to contemplate why anyone hadn't tried to claim him as the eighth wonder of the world.

"I'm pretty?"

"Very."

"I think you're prettier."

"Hm?"

Derek took another step forward, closing the distance between the two of you until the air you exhaled became the very one he breathed in.

"Good night, (Y/N)." The rare sound of your name out of his mouth made you shiver.

Derek exterminated the remaining gap between the two of you. For a second, your entire nerve endings stood in anticipation, waiting for the moment that his plush lips would touch yours.

They never did.

Instead, his kiss had landed on your cheek, viciously close to where the line of your lips started that you could almost picture how he would taste when you closed your eyes.

Derek started to pull away, but he never got further than a mere centimeter before you decided to take matters into your own hand and pressed your own lips to his inviting ones.

He tasted of alcohol and mint. But most importantly, he tasted of Derek. A distinctive sweetness that erupted the dormant butterfiles in the pit of your stomach. They began to soar freely inside of you under the influence of Derek's touch.

Your entire being was on fire. What started as sweet and alleviating soon turned into a contest of desperation. Before you knew it, you somehow had managed to unlock the front door and moved inside, all the way to the door of your own apartment.

When he nipped your bottom lip, you couldn't help but moan into the kiss.

"Fuck," Derek murmured against your lips after hearing the needy sound you just made. "Fuck me."

"I'm trying to," you said impatiently, scrambling to get ahold of his collar and brought his lips back to where they belonged.

Your ministrations screeched to a halt with Derek's hands around your wrists. "Hey. No, Bug. Stop."

Derek took a step back then, letting your hands fall back to your side. He never strayed far from where you stood against the wooden door, but even that tiny bit of distance was enough to make you crave more of him.

You needed to feel his body pressed up against yours, to have him incredibly close that you had no idea where he ended and you began.

"Derek, please..."

You should have been ashamed by how wretched your voice sounded, but you didn't care. You wanted him past the point of caring.

His smile was gentle and forlorn at the same time. "No, sweetheart. Not tonight."

Just like that, your heart plummeted straight out of your chest. "What?"

"Go inside, (Y/N). Get some sleep."

"No!"

Had it been any other day or any other person, you would have chastised yourself for your lack of propriety. But it wasn't any other person standing in front of you. It was Derek. Beautiful, kind, and courageous Derek. Your friend. Your kryptonite.

The oblivious owner of your heart.

"Don't go," you whispered. "Come inside. Stay with me tonight."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

Your gut churned with dread. "Y-you don't?"

"Christ. I didn't mean it like that. Hey, look at me." He tugged a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes to stare into his dark ones. "You have no idea how much I want to. But you're drunk."

"So are you."

"Exactly my point."

"Derek--"

"I'm not gonna have you forget our first time in the morning just because you were too drunk to remember it, Bug."

The urge to chortle was almost unbearable.

Derek seemed to notice the comical mischief shining in your eyes. "What?"

"It's funny that you think I would ever forget the first time we fuck."

A breathy laugh rumbled out of his chest. "You're a menace, woman."

"A menace who wants you. Please, Derek," you started to whine. "I'm sober enough to give my consent. Hell, I could even recite the entire FBI oath to prove it if you want. You wanna see? I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), do solemnly swear that I will support and defend--"

"Bug--"

"--the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic--"

"(Y/N)--"

"--that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same--"

You never did finish reciting the remainder of that oath.

The taste of Derek's lips on yours was an interruption you'd gladly welcome at any time of day. Through some sort of miracle, you managed to drag the two of you inside the safety of your apartment without ever breaking the kiss.

When it was time to come up for air, Derek's voice was raspy in your ear, "Sweetheart, I think--"

You didn't give him a chance to protest.

The kisses you peppered started on his neck. When your teeth gritted over his pulse point, Derek let out a low moan that vibrated through your entire being.

"Oh God..."

You continued showering kisses down his body, enjoying the way Derek had been bespelled by the magic of your touch. The buttons of his shirt came undone, and when you finally fell to your knees in front of him, you sucked hard on the skin where his abs met his pelvis.

"Shit. (Y/N), you don't... we don't have to--"

"For God sake, will you shut up?" You chuckled. "Did you not hear anything I said? Or should I just demonstrate how badly I want you right now?"

You took Derek's lack of further objections as permission to go ahead.

His buckle and pants came off pretty quickly. The next to go was his boxer, and the sight that greeted you afterward had your most intimate part gushing in excitement.

You wrapped your fingers around his hardening length. Tentatively at first, but the blissed out look on Derek's face only spurred you on even further.

"Is this okay?"

Derek gulped down before answering, "Yes."

You began to move your hand up and down, feeling Derek going stiffer and stiffer in your hand.

"Holy fuck," Derek cursed when you took his tip in your mouth.

He tasted divine on your tongue. It took a little while for your muscles to fully relax around his impressive size, but when they did, you began to bob your head back and forth, moving in tandem with the hand still wrapped around the rest of him that you couldn't fit entirely in your mouth.

"Yeah, just like that, pretty bug. You're doing so good," he panted.

Derek continued giving his praises, his words--along with his fingers in your hair--doing things to your body that had your thighs clamping down tightly. You began rocking in rhythm with the pace of your head and hand, trying to put pressure against the pulsing need inside your warmth.

"Fuck. Trying to relieve yourself, sweetheart? Sucking me off gets you all hot and needy, huh?" Derek moaned at the sight of you on your knees, teary eyed and full of him, writhing from the budding heat in the pit of your stomach.

You gave him one last suck before he pulled you up to your feet.

"Come here," Derek ordered before kissing you fervently.

He maneuvered the two of you from the doorway, following the direction to the bedroom that you had vaguely gestured at him. Once inside, Derek pushed you towards the bed while he threw his shirt onto the floor.

"You're naked," you mused in between giggles.

"And you're overdressed," he retorted. Your hands began to undo the buttons of your shirt before Derek's hand stopped them. "Let me."

He discarded your shirt in no time, your bra following not far behind.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered before leaving feathery kisses across your collarbone.

He started sucking on your nipple while fiddling the other one, enjoying the way your body reacted to every stroke of his tongue and every pinch of his fingers.

"Derek, please. I want to... I want--"

"Hm?" Derek paused his ministrations, keeping his hand busy by running it up and down your side. "What do you want, pretty bug? Tell me."

"I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you."

You whined. "You know what I meant."

With a chuckle, Derek left one last kiss on your breastbone before continuing his erotic journey southward. After sucking a mark underneath your belly button, he started fumbling with the button of your slacks.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart. You're soaked," he mulled out loud once you were free of the confine of your pants.

Even with your panties still standing as a barrier between Derek and your mound, you could feel every breath that Derek blew against your most sensitive part. There was no doubt surrounding the truth behind Derek's words. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs. It didn't exactly help that Derek had begun littering tiny kisses around your hip and pelvic bones.

When his lips made contact with your clothed core, the strangled moan you let out almost sounded animalistic.

"You taste so good," Derek said before diving in once again. "I could spend an eternity between your legs and die a very happy man."

"That's nice, but I don't want you to die just yet."

You tugged at his neck to bring his face back to yours, pressing both of your lips together in another heated kiss that had your toes curling inward.

"No more playing, please. I need you inside me right now," you rasped desperately.

"I still need to get you ready for me, sweetheart." Derek pecked your lips once more. "Why don't you lie back and relax, hm?"

Gingerly, you followed Derek's instruction. He made a quick work of removing your panties before his deft fingers began exploring your folds.

"So wet for me."

He inserted one finger at first, two, and then three inside your pulsing channel. It was a bit of a stretch, tight but not uncomfortable. Derek slid them in and out of you until you turned into a panting mess underneath him.

"Derek--"

He shushed you gently. "I know, Bug. I know."

He worked as if he was a musician and you were his favorite piece of instrument. The heel of his palm found solace on top of your bundle of nerves, drawing circles over and over again to the rhythm of his fingers inside of you.

Before long, you could feel the coil inside of your body snapping, sending your whole entire being shaking as you fell to the edge of a newfound ecstasy.

Throughout all of it, Derek kept his fingers sliding in and out of you, helping you ride your orgasm until your body had finally stopped spasming.

When you opened your eyes, you were welcomed with Derek's awed smile and warm eyes.

"Hi, gorgeous," you murmured breathlessly, still floating along the aftermath of your earlier pinnacle.

"Hey," he whispered back, kissing your temple with the most delicate of touches. "How are you feeling?"

"Blisfully sated."

Derek laughed at your overtly honest answer.

"Are you tired?" he then asked. "Because we don't have to do anything else if you feel--"

"Derek Morgan, I swear to God. If you try to talk me out of this one more time..."

His responding grin was mischievous. "Yes, ma'am."

After one last kiss to your lips, Derek started lining himself up with your entrance. The sensation of his tip pressing against you awakened the momentarily satiated hunger inside your lower belly. And when he finally entered you--slowly but surely--you could physically feel the air being punched right out of your lungs.

"Oh my God," you breathed out once he had filled you to the brim. "You're huge."

"And you're so fucking tight."

He pulled out his length until only his tip was left inside before driving back in with enough force to shatter your entire world. In no time at all, Derek had finally found a steady rhythm. Moving in and out of you while his lips and hands paid attention to the other parts of your body.

"Derek, Derek, Derek," you moaned his name endlessly, relishing every drag of his member against the pulsating muscles of your inner wall.

You could feel every ridge of him inside of you, along with every brush of kisses that he scattered all over your skin, every lazy drag of fingers on the curvatures of your body. All of your senses had been heightened around the presence of him.

"So fucking beautiful. Fuck. Such a good bug for me, hm? So desperate for my cock that you couldn't even wait to sober up."

The heat of Derek's words fueled your fire even further. You began to writhe underneath him, scrambling to make sure that every inch of you was touching every part of him.

"Tell me how good I'm making you feel," Derek ordered between his thrusts.

"So good, Derek. Oh God, you feel so good inside of me. Please, please, please."

Your desperation was the motivation he needed. Derek shifted you both until he was on his knees and your body lying halfway across his lap. When he continued to move again, the vigor of his pace nearly had you seeing stars.

"You feel like heaven, pretty bug. So tight and warm. Bet no one can fuck you as good as I do."

"No one, Derek. No one."

"Are you close, sweetheart? Hm? Tell me how close you are."

"I'm close. So close," you cried out. "I'm gonna... Derek, I'm gonna--"

As if he was reading your mind, Derek brought down his fingers and started drawing tight circles on your clit. All the while, he never relented the pace he had set inside your pussy.

"You wanna cum?" Derek groaned as he continued to nudge you further towards the edge.

You blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, nodding your head frantically.

"Use your words, Bug."

"Yes, yes. I wanna cum. Please, Derek, make me cum."

And just like that, Derek sent a powerful thrust that had your toes curling, ears buzzing, and body shuddering.

Your second orgasm washed over you in big, tidal waves. A silent scream broken into desperate pleas and moans as you rode the high with Derek still inside of you. It didn't take long for him to follow behind. The sensation of you cumming around him became the very thread of his own undoing.

He spilled everything he had inside of you before his spent body fell into your arms. The air was heavy with the smell of sex and the panting of both of your breaths. You reveled in the aftermath of what just transpired, running your hands up and down the muscular back of the person responsible for your satisfied smile.

When Derek finally lifted his head up, he was adorning a smile identical to the one you had.

"That was--" you started, but struggled to find the right word to say.

Fortunately, Derek knew exactly what you meant. "Yes. Yes, it was."

He left a single kiss, then two, and three under your breast, before resting his chin back on the soft cushion of your abdomen.

"Derek?"

"Hm?"

You smiled at his tired hum. "You're sleepy, aren't you?"

"No," he replied, betraying the slight droop in his voice.

"That's okay. Go to sleep, baby."

You weren't even sure that Derek had heard your last statement, because not even two seconds later, he had started snoring softly against your skin.

Slowly as to not disturb the sleeping giant on top of your body, you pulled the comforter and tugged the edge across Derek's shoulders. Before long, you, too, were slipping into the deep slumber with Derek's steady intakes of breath as your lullaby.

Derek's weight on top of you was an anchor, one that you could have never dreamed of physically having outside of your hopeless fantasies. But Derek was real, and he was there with you in the comfort of your bedroom.

For a moment, everything was alright with the world. But then again, this was only the beginning of an unforeseen end. And as much as you wanted to convince yourself otherwise, you knew that inevitably, something was bound to go wrong.

You just hoped that when it did, you would have the strength to make it all right again.

#derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan smut #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan fic #derek morgan fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds x reader #shemar moore #love bugs

[mayariviolet]

Eren Jaeger in a Relationship

summary: How Eren would be in a relationship that he doesn’t want to be in and the aftermath of it all.

cw: gn! reader x eren, angst, eren is an accidental asshole…

a/n: I was listening to All Too Well (10 min Version) Red (Taylor’s Version) - From the Vault when writing this… lol

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I’m not saying Eren would be a horrible boyfriend- far from it, actually. He would try to make plans with the people closest in your life, try to remember the little things (like your dearest childhood memories and worst ones, along with how to make you feel better) and be the textbook perfect boyfriend.

HOWEVER-

He would definitely be one of those guys who gets into a relationship that he’s not ready for because the girl he actually likes has shown no interest in him. Eren wouldn’t understand how this is a shitty thing to do because he does care about whoever he’s dating, just not in that way.

You could also definitely tell if he likes a person based on how often he talks about them. So when he gets into a relationship and doesn’t talk about them as much, his friends know something is up. But his partner wouldn’t be the wiser.

“He’s just a private person,” they’d tell their friends. “You guys just have to really get to know him!”

Those words stayed repeating throughout the duration of their short lived relationship.

So when he finally breaks up with them because he has been given some sort of hope that the girl he actually loves is interested, it comes out of nowhere. Well, from the POV of who he’s dating, at least. But whoever he’s dating… their friends picked up on the subtleties.

How he would always say something- but never actually do anything. How it took Eren MONTHS to introduce them to his friends, while his partner was so eager to show him off. How his responses became shorter and shorter. His time spent with them never actually felt like they meant anything. Just empty promises that they convinced themselves he would fulfill later. When Eren was ‘feeling better,’ like he always says.

Of course, Eren never really understood what he did was wrong. He genuinely thinks that everyone acts this way or should anyway. He could never understand why his ex-partner hated him so much after the breakup, which resulted in a screaming match and a firm slam! Of his apartment's heavy oak door. Followed up with his ex, cutting him off, disappearing in the daylight like they were some figure in a mirage. That hurt him a lot- but he would never admit it.

In the end, Eren, when he FINALLY gets the girl of his dreams, he’s grateful that he was taught how to be a better boyfriend for the girl he ardently loves.

a/n: I actually have no idea why I wrote this! Good night! Also sorry for being so busy lately… I swear this is the week that the Geto fic gets updated… Love you all!

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© Please do not copy or replicate my work. Inspiration is appreciated, but credit properly! ♡

#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #aot x reader #modern aot headcanons #modern au aot #aot modern au #my bad yall #gn reader #mv.writing📝 #attack on titan

[unicorncornflakes]

Everything Changes | Modern Au | Alpha!Dark! Aemond Targaryen x Omega!Niece!Reader | Sneak Peek

Prologue (One day, not now ;))

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond is a hunter and you are his prey.

Tags: Alternate Universe – Modern/ Setting / Eventual Smut / Alpha-Omega Relationship.

Warnings: This fic includes manipulation, violence, death, use of dr4gs and inc3st, at some points. Minors DNI

This is the result a really stressfulll week, a ton of red bull and monster cans and a little of Craziness :D Just a sneak peak, sorry :(

I will update Dark Desire tomorrow, so... while we are waiting, I leave this here :D

Author´s note: Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: +700

He feels like he shouldn't be there. He always feels that way. However, he returns to the same place. Every Friday afternoon. He never lose it. Before what happened, he hadn't felt anything for you. You were a girl when they caught him. When he came back, you were a woman.

He takes the credit card out of his wallet.

Lately, he finds no better use for it than that. He creates a line of white powder on the desk table and inhales it forcefully, no need to roll a bill like before, he simply covers one hole of  his nose and inhales it. When he raises his head, you have plunged back into the water. You are very pretty in a bikini. If he hadn't snort in that line, he'd get up and take it from you. He would make love to you in the pool. No, he would fuck you. Since he came back he hasn't made love again, if he ever did.

Luckily, he's too high. Thank the gods he won't get up and teach you anything. It would not be ethical or moral. He keeps looking at you. He likes when you get out of the pool and sunbathe. You are very pretty all wet and shiny from the sun that hits your skin. Would you call him "Daddy" while he pulls you? He likes the perspective, smiles at his thoughts running through his mind. He lights a cigarette and leans back in his chair. He wishes you would come over and kneel down to suck him off while he's like this. 'I like you, (Y/N)' he confesses to himself in his mind. He imagines you walking hand in hand. He imagines sleeping with you. He just imagines you. He puts his fingers to his nose and pinches his bridge. Why does he imagine such sweet things with you?

"I thought you were clean of that shit," he hears Daeron's voice behind him, but he doesn't even turn to look at him. He's not in the mood to be lectured on morals by his little brother.

“I'm leaving it, before I snort much more. Now it's only Fridays, when I'm here” he lies to Daeron with his hoarse voice, shattered by years of captivity, after the conviction for murdering Luke. He shrugs and continues to look at you. You are precious. His little niece.

“When are you coming to see her?” Daeron asks, dropping a folder full of papers on the desk. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, but he hasn't given a shit about these things for a long time “You should keep your distance, because in the end you're going to do something you'll regret.”

“Like what?” Aemond tells him smiling sadly, turning to look at him. Daeron looks at him worriedly, Aemond knows that looking at the enormous scar that runs across his face is not easy, that it is unpleasant, the white and blue prosthesis greets him in a macabre way... but you look at him as if he were still attractive, as if you like him, as nothing would happen to his face or to his destroyed body “With the eager that Cregan is, I'm sure he'll even put her in my bed and give her to me if I tell him I like her. He would be honored if his daughter gave birth to the future offspring of the House of the Dragon. Yeah, he wouldn't give a shit, even if I'm his wife's little brother.”

“She's very pretty” his brother Daeron comments as he approaches the window, with his arms behind his back “But, (Y/N) doesn't deserve to be with a man who lines up on his back while he fucks her from behind” he says harshly, without any feeling. Aemond smiles wearily, jaded by the situation. He knows perfectly well what happens between almost all of his siblings when you are around them.

“No, of course” he tells Daeron, taking a drag on his cigarette again, watching you through the smoke that he expels from his mouth “She deserves a proper lawyer. I suppose you would take her to dinner before fucking her, to see if she would fall in love with you that way” Aemond laughs contemptuously.

“Unlike my brothers, I know how to control myself, even though she is the first omega born in our family after so long” Daeron smiles, but without losing sight of you. Liar. All his brothers are liars with you.

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond x y/n #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond modern au #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 6- Bondage

Boba Fett x fem!reader

Word count- 1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), restrains, dom!Boba, established relationship, no use of y/n

Notes- Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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“Do you trust me, my love?” Boba purred.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good.”

You looked up at him from your position on the bed as he peered down at you with pride. Boba had chained you to the bed, your wrists and ankles bound to the four corners, holding your body open and exposed. Your chest rose and fell with your heavy breaths as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“My love, you have never looked more beautiful,” Boba praised as he leaned forward and kissed you deeply. He cradled your head as he devoured you, and his cock stiffened at the sound of the chains rattling when you tried to move.

He let out a soft laugh as his bare hands roamed all over your chest, giving your breasts a firm squeeze. You dropped your head back and loudly moaned as his calloused hands grazed across your nipples. Arching your back into his touch, you silently begged for more.

“Eager already, love?” Boba teased as he broke away from your body to admire you once more.

“Please, Boba,” you begged.

“Shh, in time, love,” he said as he stood up, “All in good time,” he cooed as he slowly removed his armor and clothing. Boba enjoyed making you wait like this, and even when you just let out little whines, he could tell you were eager. And he felt your heavy, needy gaze on him at all times.

When Boba turned back to you, he was just as bare as you were, and his cock stood at full attention. You whimpered and strained in your chains as you involuntarily tried to reach for him.

“Boba…”

“Oh I like it when you beg for me, love,” his tone dropped as he kneeled on the bed between your bound, spread legs.

“Please,” you pleased more, hoping to get sympathy from him.

“Patience, love,” he purred as his hands ghosted along your legs. Starting at your hips, he trailed along your inner thighs out to your calves and reaching the shackles at your ankles before he ran his hands back towards your pussy.

You moaned as you felt his warm hands get closer and closer to where you wanted him to touch you, but let out a heavy sigh when he skipped your cunt and instead ran his hands up your stomach and cupped your breasts once more.

Any disappointment you had vanished when he kneaded your breasts with his hands, and then leaned forward and took one of your nipples in his mouth. You cried out in pleasure as you tugged at your restraints while Boba’s tongue swirled around your nipple. You writhed and squirmed as much as you could, but Boba tied you tightly to the bed, greatly restricting your movements.

“Fuck! Boba!”

He hummed as he kissed his way along your chest and sucked at your other nipple even harder, Boba used his teeth to graze the sensitive skin slightly a few times before he flicked it with his tongue once more. His cock screamed at him to fuck you- Boba loved when you were loud and needy for him like this- but he had other plans in mind for you tonight. His own pleasure would wait.

Breaking away with a loud pop, Boba murmured your name and waited for you to open your eyes. “You’ve been a good girl, my love,” he hummed in a tone that made your pussy clench, “And you look so deliciously tempting like this…” his voice trailed off as his eyes landed on your dripping cunt.

“Boba…” you murmured.

Instead of teasing you more with slow movements, Boba launched himself into your pussy, immediately licking and sucking at your clit. You screamed and tried to move your hips at the sudden assault, but the bonds kept you still and you were wonderfully helpless against Boba’s expert tongue.

Boba groaned into you as he devoured you. The chains rattled as you squirmed while his tongue explored your pussy, and the sounds mixed with your moans only turned Boba on more. 

“Fuck! Boba!” you cried out in pleasure as your mind swam. Heat built up in your body as your limbs shook in your restraints. You were helpless to move to free yourself, both from your binds and Boba’s mouth, and you didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Boba broke away for a moment with a deep and heavy breath. He looked at you and you collapsed down onto the mattress and your breasts rose and fell as you also caught your breath. You looked stunning.

“Love, you are a meal fit for a king,” Boba growled before he dove into you again.

“Oh fuck!” you screamed in pleasure as Boba’s assault on your clit with his tongue resumed. 

He ran his tongue along your folds before he dipped it into you, tasting you from the inside and thrusting his tongue in and out a few times. With a needy groan, he placed his hands on your thighs to pin you down even more as he darted his tongue up and wrapped his lips around your clit.

Sucking hard, Boba hummed into your pussy and savored the cry you let out as tears formed in your eyes.

“Boba! Please! You’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned as your legs trembled.

All he did was groan into you as his cock throbbed with need, but Boba couldn’t break away from you. The sounds of your whimpers mixed with the chains was music to his ears and he devoured you with fervor.

With just a few more licks, you fell apart as you came hard into Boba’s mouth with a loud scream. He growled something that sounded like your name mixed with incoherent preside while he sucked every ounce of your climax from you until you let out a soft whimper.

Boba broke away reluctantly, but he was rewarded with the sight of you lost in pleasure and bound to the bed. He was wrong earlier, now you had never looked more beautiful.

“Love, I have a confession to make,” Boba’s tone was low as he licked his lips.

You blocked your eyes open and felt a wave of nerves from the way he looked at you with such admiration.

“I still need more,” Boba groaned as he hovered over you once more. 

“Boba…” you whined as you tried to wriggle free.

“What? Have somewhere to be?” Boba teased as he tugged at your restraints. 

You were in for a long and wonderful night.

#fawktober2023 #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #boba fett #boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett imagine #boba fett fanfic #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett fic #boba fett x y/n #boba fett x female reader #star wars imagine #star wars fandom #star wars fanfiction #star wars fic #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian fic #the mandalorian fandom #the mandalorian fanfic

[swissboyhisch]

NICO HISCHIER REC LIST

FICS

Valentine by @hischierdevils After some comments from his teammates, Nico questions your relationship on valentine’s day.

It's My Footwork by @bagopucks Private ballet classes become something more. Secrets are revealed once they come to an end.

Game Winner by @babydollmarauders In which Nico gets rewarded for his game winning goal

Cold Nights & A Sunday Morning by @ohmyeyesmyeyes A quite Sunday morning was going blissfully. Hopefully a ruined proposal doesn't change that.

King of My Heart by @lvrfulton After a comment from a teammate, you've come to realise he's more than your best friend.

Heartbeat Confession by @hischierhaze What's the worst that could happen when your brother plays against your boyfriend and best friend?

Paris by @babydollmarauders In which you're so in love with Nico, that you doesn’t care about any of the gossip your friends tell you about your exes.

Question Pressure by @starry-hughes Nico feels like everyone is mistaking you for his wife and thinks it is finally time to ask you the question.

I Love You, Say It Back P1 + P2 by @bitchinbarzal You regret never responding to those three words.

Captain by @hischierhaze Some of the players decide to play truth or dare. And much like teenage boys, the questions start to get a little spicier.

Soulmates 'N All That by @bagopucks A new job comes with a couple perks. Like new friends and a soulmate.

Something Blue by @ilyasorokinn One of the stories Nico learned about you early on was the story of the lost ring. It was a ring given to you when you were 17, but during a move, it was accidentally sold. So, Nico decides to track it down.

Isn't It Strange? (18+) by @hookingminor A little white lie may have been the best thing to do when it comes to a family member's wedding.

Teeth by @hischierdevils You get a little attitude with Nico but he puts you in your place.

Comfy by @bagopucks Post-game evenings are your favourite thing.

When You Wake by @bagopucks After a night out, Nico comes home drunk and you get to deal with aftermath.

He's Not A Woman by @lvrzegras After introducing the team to your, now, ex-girlfriend, they all only thought you were into women. A night out and one question answers that you are not into only women.

Can't Sleep Without You by @lvrzegras After you and Nico break you can’t sleep, til you show up at his place after a night out.

Lover Of Mine by @ohmyeyesmyeyes After agreeing to have a break in your relationship, something comes up and you need to help Nico before you two are ready to talk again.

Nico's New Girlfriend by @ladylooch Nico invited you to the NHL Awards, but you felt it was too soon in your relationship. Luckily his family are eager to meet you and organize a surprise.

SERIES

Forget by @hischierdevils A toxic relationship with Mat Barzal and when you finally break it off, Nico is there to show you how you should’ve been treated all along.

AUTHORS INCLUDED ALL DESERVE A FOLLOW:

@hischierdevils @bagopucks @babydollmarauders @ohmyeyesmyeyes @hischierhaze @starry-hughes @bitchinbarzal @ilyasorokinn @hookingminor @lvrzegras @ladylooch

UPDATED: 29/10/23

#swissboyhisch recs #swissboyhisch masterlist #swissboyhisch #fic recs #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier rec list

[chososdiscordkitten]

life update:

im still in a rut, recently there's been a lot of construction in mai house so I haven't been getting that much sleep :( added with the horrid smokers/tuburculosis cough I had, and still having to go to work, I have been completely drained of my energy, inspiration, and money.

it has been a week since Ive last posted, and I have no fucking clue when ill post again (im so so so sorry)

it also doesn't help that people have been very mean in my inbox, and I put my life on hold to maintain this account- only to not see much progress in growth (im such an attention whore, I know) and to get back such negative marks on my writing.

by no means am I saying I am leaving this account- no. I just need a lil sabbatical where I have the opportunity to go outside on my days off, and not stay home for the sheer reason of, "I have to write." because I felt guilty for spending my free time not writing.

and I think that's why I have been so drained- ive spent allll my weekends since November saying, "no I cant go out today- I have to finish this piece before tommorrow."

people have taken advantage of my eagerness to please- being so demanding of free content and not giving me feedback on it- why spend days in my inbox asking for a req and when I finally post it- not even a reblog or a comment? whatever.

this has turned into a rant I didn't mean for it to, SORRRRYYY

anyway. I am grateful for the people who are active in my inbox and my comments, I see y'all and I love y'all for making me feel like my writing isnt some lower quality version of another author on here.

because, yes ive been told that, that I am a less talented version of a popular author on here.

and me thinks, from how much effort ive put into my fics, time, sleep, ignoring my physical needs just because I didn't wanna disappoint strangers on the internet, isnt worth it if im just gonna be compared to others on here.

I chose this- I know I did. and I will continue to choose it. I love the lil community ive built with people who I fucking appreciate sooooo very much for how much they've offered to me.

I will be back, I promise I will. my brain just hasn't been braining recently.

ive said it before- I will never fully leave this acc because I love it sooooo much, so I wont. but just for a lil bit.

if u wanna keep interacting w/ me, I have a twt where I spam shit, here it is :D

if you've read this far- KISS ME. ty for supporting me nd reading my 'lesser' writing lmaoooo

from a sad cowboy who misses choso,

Ten.

(p.s) I hate my new shower head :(

#jjk #⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ten speaks୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ #yap city #yap yap yap #I need some sleep and to leave my computer for a few days. #gn for a while tl #luv u #miss u alr

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 1st. "Pretty Little Present." Freddy Kruger X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

So back in 2020, I did this lovely little event called Kinky December, basically I wrote over 40k of fics for the month of December following along with a writing event another user in the slasher fandom posted. It was a super fun thing honestly and I was thinking, it's been three fucking years since that event. Why not, revist these fics I wrote and revamp and beef em up?! I know I've been very absent and thought this would be a fantastic way to try and get back into the groove. My intention is to update and improve upon these fics, length, more detail, change shit up a bit and have fun. My gift to you this holiday season is this, the constant commitment to better my craft and show how far I've come. Now let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.4K. (Old Length 1.7K) Warnings: Lingerie. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Knifeplay. Bloodplay. Glove Porn. Manhandling. Choking. Thigh Riding. Pet Names. Implied Established Hookups. Possessiveness. Domineering Attitude. Light Degradation. Freddy Just Being A Bastard As Always.

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You hadn’t discussed it previously, but to be perfectly fair, you never discussed much of anything while you were together. Freddy always had other plans in mind for your pretty little mouth other than talking, many a night he preferred to treat his ears to the sound of your muffled and wet gagging with his hand on the back of your head as opposed to petty conversation. 

When the idea first hit you initially brushed it off, no way, too ridiculous and yet the thought refused to leave, the musing wore you down until you find yourself in the mall full of shoppers eager to get their holiday splurging over with. You were in the mall picking up gifts for other people and when you walked by that particular store the idea hit once more, and you considered it. The idea didn’t leave you all afternoon and midway through you decided that yes, you would. You left it for last because you still felt almost silly for really choosing to commit to this. 

You’d shopped in here before but never for something like this, your previous purchases were for more every day use, out of necessity and this was much more frivolous. Fingers linger as you search through racks and open drawers, trying to find just the right combination to, no pun intended, set him on fire. When you did find it, you were fucking giddy about it. 

Dear God, it was positively perfect. He would love it, Hell, you loved it too, you knew down to your bones that you would feel confident and sexy in it and as you were checking out you wondered why you never thought of doing this sooner.

You knew he was going to see you tonight. He never talked to you directly and told you when, but he had a little pattern, you had figured out with decent accuracy the nights he would pay you a visit. It had been a few days, there was no doubt in your mind that he would be anything but hungry and would seek you out.

It did look good. You looked good. You were looking at yourself in the mirror, and you wanted to laugh at the effect he’d had on you, turning and admiring your own ass with a thought of, “Like a dream come true.” His cheesy puns and terrible jokes have rubbed off on you more than you liked to admit out loud.

Silky and sheer stockings creeping up your legs, thigh high of course, the tops of them lacy, intricate patterns you traced absentmindedly with your fingertips as your eyes continued to rove over yourself. The garter belt holding said stockings up was cinched at your waist, the panties were so barely there you seriously wondered if they even qualified as such. The bustier corset style top was to die for, what it did to your tits alone made the price seem worth it. And of course it all matched perfectly, red and lacy fit the season and his tastes perfectly, I mean you’d be a fool not to get the whole set, really. It left very little to the imagination, and you were certain he’d enjoy it.

Was the robe entirely unnecessary? Yes. Did it hang off of your frame beautifully and elevate the whole look? Naturally. Besides, it was a gift, and you normally never brought yourself this kinda thing, it was the holidays, and you’d been very fucking generous to all the people you care about, why not be a bit generous to yourself too? You deserved to feel this good about yourself. 

You climbed into bed that night wrapped in soft and smooth clingy fabrics that accentuated your assets, a pretty little present, all for him. 

Falling asleep was a challenge, simply due to the excitement you felt to see his reaction to your present for him. When you did fall asleep it took awhile for you to notice, which wasn’t unusual, becoming aware of the shift was hard, it was almost always muddy, until you heard him, that made you come to your senses real quick.

“There you are, kitten, took you a minute to get here, tonig-oh.”

You couldn’t hide your smile, you wanted to turn to face him, but there was no need, he was already on you.

His presence could be felt over your shoulder, your back nearly on his chest, you could feel the heat that radiated off of him. You felt his non-gloved hand on your shoulder, it started there and dragged up slowly, the back of his knuckles coming over the side of your throat and up over your cheek. His fingers hook, and he pulls some of your hair aside, exposing more of your throat to him, he leaned in closer and whispered in your ear, “What’s all this, hmm?”

What happened to all of that confidence of yours? It always seemed to dry up relatively quickly around him. Suppressing a shiver, you instead ground yourself but lacing your fingers together in front of yourself, responding simply with, “A gift.” 

You felt his lips brush the shell of your ear as his head pitched forward slightly, he let out this terrible low laugh that made your skin prickle in a way that made you want to squirm. Next you felt the tips of the blades on his glove brush your hip, even through the sheer material of your robe the steel felt terribly cold, then again the robe was there for how it looked, not for any warmth it could provide.

“For me?” 

His question was met with a simple nod in response from you. 

That glove of his moved higher, the clink of metal on metal had started to condition you, hearing it would make you want to press your thighs together and would begin the slow drip of arousal. He pulled some of the material as he went, the soft fabric felt so good sliding against your skin, that small twinge of fear when his glove was on you was present was also welcome, it isn’t a hindrance, instead it adds to the feeling and experience. 

“You shouldn’t have.” He hums.

Fucking Christ, that voice of his affected you on the best of days, but when it was right in your ear? It made the current problem of your ever increasingly wet underwear infinitely worse for you. It was far too early for you to be having this much trouble, but he was just on you aggressively, you had no time to adjust like you usually did, he left you no personal space. The second he saw you tonight, his hands were on you. Yet you made yourself press onward, made yourself speak, and tried to hide how turned on you were already becoming.

“I wanted to.”

That pulled another laugh from him, and to be fair it was funny. The very idea of you spending hard-earned money on a gift for him, money that you could have spent on friends or family, or on yourself in a better way, you spent instead on fancy lingerie to wear for your murderous dream demon fuck buddy. 

The fact that you meant it? That you had wanted to get him something? Hilarious.

The fact that you were actually hoping to impress him, please him? That was downright hysterical.

He sounded pleased as punch as he responded, thoroughly amused and still groping at your body. “My, my what a remarkable little slut you are. And here I didn’t get you anything.”

Him speaking pulled you from your thoughts, non-gloved hand on your throat from behind, glove on your waist, and he manhandled you, turning you around, looking you up and down. It was far too quiet right now, you wanted to squirm from how intensely he was looking at you, wanting to shift your weight from one foot to the other. 

You broke the silence first, desperate to fill the space, to distract yourself from how he looked at you, “I didn’t tell you I was doing this, it’s fine, you didn’t get me something.”

Eyes flicked up, and his gaze met yours, a lecherous grin breaking out on his face, leaning closer as he teases, “All the more reason. I didn’t have to ask, and you did all this.”

He clearly appreciated your effort, that was made all the more obvious as his hands pushed open your robe. More exposed flesh on display he took the opportunity and one of the blades of his glove dragged over that strip of exposed skin between the lace edge of the bottom of your bustier and the top of your garter belt. You weren’t sure whether to lean in or pull away, the touch was featherlight, and it didn’t break the skin, but fuck, you wanted him to.

You wanted him to do what he did best, overwhelm you in every single way possible, pleasure and pain, doesn’t matter, you wanted it all. 

You let him touch you. In whatever way he wished to, and you enjoyed it as always. Fingertips dragging over any exposed skin, pulling on straps and feeling the lace roughly, dipping in occasionally, teasing you with the threat of more. 

What was his goal, agony or ecstasy? Always hard to tell with him, it could be either, or more usually, both, and you wouldn’t have minded whatever he provided. Your eyes had fallen closed, and you were simply enjoying feeling, and then you felt the drag of that blade over your thigh, and it drew a shuddering breath from you, the first cut of the night always was special, this one hurt, burned in a particularly delicious way.

It took a moment for you to realize, you felt the warmth and wetness soaking into your stocking, your eyes flying back open, gaze falling down and there it was. A hole in the red sheer material, matching the one in your skin. He cut you again as you watched, harsh inhale through your teeth, blood blooming, darker red staining the more candy apple colour of your lingerie and fuck you loved that sight almost as much as he did, something that changed in you definitely because of him.

He didn’t stop there. “You look like you want to say something.”

A singular blade dragged up and hooked into one of the straps of your garter belt, a pause, he looked up into your eyes, and you looked back. He moved again without breaking eye contact, he cut and severed the thin red strap that helped hold your stocking up in two. From that small motion you let out a quiet sound of protest and looked down, hand finding the split strap and feeling it, examining it with a small frown, he didn’t stop. Dragging the blades back up, thin lines cut again, splitting apart the delicate sheer material and lace as he went.

You did want to say something. You spent good money on this, and he was ruining it, you hadn’t even had it for a full day, and it was decently expensive, yet here was he was shredding it without a single fucking care, but you knew better than to talk back to him most nights.

The next motion was quick, a sharp upward jerk of his hand and he made another cut, bigger, much bigger, nearly splitting the top in two, nicking you in the process. When one of those blades hooked into one of the straps on your shoulder you finally spoke up, unable to be silent any longer, what you said next might have been meaner than necessary. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Freddy!?”

And then you were pushed into the nearby wall, back hitting the concrete so hard the wind is knocked out of you, his non-gloved hand on your throat, holding you in place firmly. His leg slots in between yours, and he leans in, closer than he has been all night. 

"This is my present, isn't it?"

You struggled and when you did it put more pressure on your still clothed pussy, you were so wet you were sure you’d leave a stain on his pants, yet he pressed harder. He always made it so hard to think, and you choked out pathetically, "Ah, wha-what?"

He made you grind on him, his hand tightened on your throat, and he made sure you repeated the motion, dragging your almost exposed slit over him once more, and it made you moan. Fuck, you hadn't realized how excited you had gotten, just being around him had gotten to you terribly, you should have known better to be honest. Those blades had an awful habit of making you drip as soon as they touched you. He spoke again, so harshly as if you were an idiot, "You…”

The look he gave you was pointed, your brows furrow, your clit throbs and your hole leaks. He repeats himself before continuing his thought, slowly, “You are MY gift, aren't you?”

Fuck, that got to you too, the extra hard grind he forced you to do on the last word made it worse still. When he talked about owning you, flexing that more possessive side of himself, it made you weak. You nodded once, swallowing, he was holding you so tightly, breathing was a challenge, and you grit out the only reasonable, logical and true answer, "Ye-yes I am."

That damn smirk, he loosened his grip slightly, his thumb stroked over your skin, and he said oh so mockingly, "Then why are you-” He points to you with his sharp gloved pointer finger, close enough you are almost worried he’d run you through between your ribs,“-giving me-” he pointed back to himself before saying, “-shit about how I'm choosing to unwrap MY present?”

And he sliced through that strap on your shoulder, nicking you in the process again, deeper than before, you groaned. 

His glove came up, and he licked the spilled blood from the blade, staring you down. You knew you couldn't fight him. This was his gift and he could do with it as he pleased, do with you as he pleased.

You conceded.

"I'm sorry. You're right Freddy." That got a laugh out of him as he hooked another blade in the remaining strap on your other shoulder and made you grind on his thigh once more, drawing another broken moan from you.

"Naturally." He was always right, wasn't he?

#Do-Over-December #DOD #BHF writing #Freddy Kruger x reader #slasher x reader #NEW AND IMPROVED #GET HYPED

[ficbrish]

Kinktober Update!

Just a few things 🥰

I've updated my fic's work title on AO3!

When I first posted, I hadn't fully committed yet to doing all of the one shots with Vistri and Astarion. But now I am!

It went from

"EverythingIsAlreadyKinky - Kinktober 2023 with FicBrish"

to

"EverythingIsAlreadyKinky - Kinktober 2023: Oops! All Vistarion"

(very small, self-satisfying change there lol)

Also! Two new one shots have been added!

Both featuring Tav, or non-Dark Urge/Nurge, Vistri.

"Stay A While" [AO3] [Tumblr]

"The Truth of It" [AO3] [Tumblr]

Snippets below! (18+ only; Explicit)

"Stay A While"

(Act I - Forest - early into first sleeping together)

“Will you watch?” “As I hold you tight,” he offered. It was overwhelming. Astarion didn’t want a performance, not the kind she was used to, but something candid, completely her. He wasn’t asking her to curate his pleasure, he demanded she create her own. She never showed anything like it to anyone before. Accustomed to one type of role, she stepped into something unfamiliar. And not even a role, but the actor in their bed alone at night. Vistri’s hand travelled between her legs. She felt Astarion spread them further apart, holding her steady with a grip on each thigh. She was close to him again, held and admired; the only thing he wanted in the moment. Her fingers traced his lustful expression onto her soul, encircling herself in his web with every stroke. Determined to trade her life for a little death, she exposed her aching need to be coated in his poisons. She closed her eyes. “Open them, darling. I want you to watch me, as I watch you.” Her breath skipped with her choking heart as she met his gaze. Astarion looked as raw and exposed as she felt. His eager fangs rested on pouting lips. She leaned forward to lick them. “No, no, dear. You’ve got to earn that,” he cooed, “With your ecstasy.” She moaned stupidly, “Okay.” Vistri was everything his hand had been slapped away from these past 200 years. She ran through his thoughts entirely on her own. His body forced him to comply instead of the other way around. Sure, he was using her at the end of everything. She was by no means the first to surrender, but there was something sweeter about hers, and not just because she was his to savor. This time he was actually having fun. “Does it feel good, dear?” he grinned. She tossed her neck and sighed. Her eyes closed for just a moment before snapping open again to obey him, “Yes.” Astarion kissed her neck, and she moaned, leaning into it. He whispered into her ear, “You think you’re in control, but I’ve got you tangled up.” “You do,” she panted, “You do. All yours.” “My, but you put on a show,” his warm tongue wrapped around her lobe. His breath gently broke over her skin. It was like watching her layers peel back in a way he hadn’t seen before. Reading her eyes, Astarion watched them become saturated with the whole of her. The void in them brightened from her dim presence, and the light grew with her gratification. Shy at first, she stepped and then stomped into herself. Until there it was in those violet depths, the core of her on a silver platter, ready for him to devour.  Vistri let his name slip lazily from her lips.

"The Truth of It"

(Act I - Mountains camp - Vistri's first time being vulnerable and opening up about herself to Astarion)

The way she shivered was her answer. Astarion grinned and stroked her throat with the tip of his nose. From the base of it to her chin, and sealed his gesture with another longing kiss. She was his. Even if it meant degrading herself. Being his little slut, bent over and drooling. He moaned on the next stroke of her tongue, overcome by the whim to fuck her senseless. His mind reeled with possibility. Just how far would she go for him, out in the open air, with the others just off into the distance? How could he give her a taste of a life that was worth living? “Get yourself off for me, dear.” “Here?” Vistri asked, grinning. Her heart pounded faster than it already was. They weren’t exactly discreet, but only ever touched each other tucked away in the woods or his tent. Here, out on the cliff where anyone might see… It was like he was claiming her. Like maybe some small part of his mind, or some feeling deep down, knew how important she was going to be to him once he realized his truth. That if he asked her to cum in the open air under the evening glow, she was worth something. “The sun is disappearing, and I’ll cover you.” Her grin grew wider, even reaching her eyes. She tried to tug one of her arms free from his grip. “Ah, ah! No hands." She looked at him curiously. Maybe he’d changed his mind about her. Maybe he had a delightfully naughty idea. Maybe this was the start of his attempt to toss her off the cliff. He unwrapped one of her legs from around his, and slid his thigh between hers, “Use me.” “Okay.” Showing her how to proceed, Astarion rubbed himself against her middle. She bit her lip and began to roll her hips. Her obedience was like a drug, and they passed it with their tongues where it melted into them and infected their minds worse than those tadpoles ever could. “Good,” he praised, just above a whisper. He fondled her neck, and the hand he let go of shot to his curls. His fangs throbbed, so ready to take her that he gasped as if biting into something hot whenever they touched her skin. She made a sound he had to shush, it was too personal and way too explicit. “I can block you from view, but I cannot stop your sound.” She nodded, sighing and rocking against his thigh. “All the pieces come together,” he said as she pleasured herself on him, “You’ve always given yourself to me so willingly. Let me bite you. Now I know why.” Vistri tossed her head back, craning her neck, and sighed, “There are worse things than dying in the arms of someone pretty.” “And if I had killed you that night?” “I hope you would have drunk me up.” A full, wanting, warm acceptance of himself—Not just his charm, but the monster, the ugliness in him. She wanted all of it, treasured all of him. He’d never been good enough for anyone before, just a disappointment under an illusion. But she made him feel like a god. He groaned, composure slipping, “Ohfuckme…” “Okay.”

#vistarion #fic update #BrishFics #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #stay a while fic #truth of it fic #smut #lemon

[usedpidemo]

Update - 2nd year anniversary! (plus a reflection, and future plans).

Hi everyone! π here.

Today, May 13th, is the day I officially opened up this blog and began writing degenerate and immoral stories! 2 fucking years have passed, how time flies. So much can change in a year, and so do some of the stats!

First work: Sandwich - Red Velvet Wendy (published 05/13/21, 4:03 a.m.)

Highest note count: Awards after-party affair - Itzy Yuna (published 10/23/22, 1167 notes)

Number of works published: 80 fics (1 fic every 9.1 days)

500 followers: June 18, 2021 (36 days or 1 month, 5 days)

1,000 followers: October 12, 2021 (152 days or 4 months, 30 days)

2,000 followers: June 18, 2022 (401 days or 1 year, 1 month, and 5 days)

3,000 followers: November 12, 2022 (548 days or 1 year, 5 months, and 30 days)

Follower count: 3,953 followers (5.4 followers a day)

I wish I had something awesome lined up to celebrate this milestone, but I don't have anything prepared XD I've been busy and lazy at the same time. (Is that even possible?)

Actually, yeah, I do have a whole week's worth of cool things lined up this week! If I can even follow through with this one...

Monday: AMA

Tuesday: Reader Poll

Wednesday: ???

Thursday: ???

Friday: ???

I don't want to make the fun section of the update elaborately long, so I just want to say thank you so much to everyone for the support! Even though I'm not as active or as productive as I used to be, your eagerness never wavered, and you guys enjoy me talking about random shit on the side, whether it be song lyrics, Pokémon, or literally posts without any context to them. I love you guys. Here's to another year 🧡

Everything else from this point is a brief reflection and introspection of what I've been feeling since then. You can ignore this if you wish to do so.

So today marks the second anniversary since I opened up this Tumblr and became a degenerate writer. The work I've been putting up is getting worse—in a sexual and filthy way, not objectively—and my mental health has been getter much, much better! When I made the same anniversary post around this time a year ago, I was at an all-time low, mentally speaking. I really felt like I had not much left to give at that point, my skill has stagnated, and I thought there wasn't much for me to improve on. If you asked me if I had any future plans for this blog, I'd say I'd be done by the end of 2022, if not sooner.

It's now 2023, and I believe I'm as good as I can be right now. Slumps happen for a reason, and you can't always win, but it's how you bounce back from the lowest of lows that you reach highest of highs. And I believe I can still get better.

Genuinely, not to sound arrogant, because Lord knows I'm not the best fanfic writer—fuck no—I'm not anywhere close, even in a theoretical top 1000 list, but I do think some of my finest work have come up in my most recent fics. I don't know, it feels more polished and there was more effort and deliberation put into it. The numbers don't lie, either; every single work I published since May 2022 has over 400+ notes, and I've even passed the 1000+ note barrier twice! It goes to show that you guys are enjoying what I'm putting out as much as I love making them, slow and difficult it may be. I can fondly smile at last year's additions to my masterlist and say, "I can't believe I did that."

I do want to apologize if my output rate has drastically slowed down, and if I'm not as active as I was before. It's unfortunately part of the sacrifice needed for better quality control, and also because I have more personal commitments to attend to. 2023 has been fantastic for me so far in almost every department, except maybe physically—I could use more exercise—but that can be worked upon.

I do believe I'm on borrowed time. Again, look at the gap between fics over the past six months ago, and it's only going to widen once I enter my third year of college. I also have to begin considering what hobbies and other things I should do to occupy my free time, so I can be more productive as a person. This isn't to say I'm definitely quitting, but I expect more responsibilities to be shouldered onto me in the future, and having time for myself is going to be pretty much a birthday gift with how rare it might be given, and I'd prefer spending my time off recharging and relaxing instead of stressing over inconsequential or 'fun' things.

There's a lot of people I want to thank specifically, because while I was struggling with my own personal battles, they've been encouraging me to continue fighting and have been absolute lads—and lasses—throughout the past year. When I needed someone to talk to that wasn't my therapist, they were there, and I took solace in their comfort and companionship. I can't tag you guys, but if you're reading this—Chunk, Raf, Peach, Aaron, Sol, V1n, Iz, Ddeun, C.o, Kaede, Frisky, Smite, Shaun, Sins, Jett, Eros, Prael, Ken, Cray, CJ, Sooya, Gray, Svn—I sincerely thank you. God bless each and every single one of you. And to Tim, I really hope you can see this, but I'm truly, truly sorry. I hope we can find a way to bury that fracture in our relationship in the past, and we can reconcile. If not, then I just want closure and peace for the both of us.

So in closing, I want to thank you so much for sticking with me through the bad times and prospering with me through the good, and I'm always humbled that you've taken a chance on me when I started, when I was a hopeful newbie, two years ago. Now here we are. I appreciate every single one of you, be it a fellow writer, a reader, or a lurker.

With grace,

Peter / π

#update #anniversary

[syneilesis]

[fic] a quiet glow

a quiet glow

Ikemen Sengoku | Naoe Kanetsugu x Main Character!Reader | G | 1.3k words ao3 link

Making no sound Yet burning with love, Fireflies far More than chirping insects, Move me. —Minamoto no Shigeyuki

A/N: For @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess's Summer Days Sultry Nights event. It's my first time participating in an event! :D The prompt I chose is fireflies and it's a Kanetsugu fluff fic. Dividers by saradika. Forgive the slightly anachronistic prose lol

I haven’t seen fireflies since I was a child.

It had been a passing remark, a slide of fingers across the textured roll of fabric patterned with glowing fireflies. In your gaze an odd sheen flickered and faded – blinked away – that Kanetsugu caught, stole his steps and his attention. But you’d already moved on to the next item.

He lingered, however, arrested by this seemingly negligible thing, eyes falling upon the object in question – a column of benighted forest hue, spattered with yellow-green dots that counted as lights, nostalgic in a way that invited a quiet contemplation.

You hadn’t seen fireflies since you were a child.

Later, as he’d lay with you on the futon, your warmth seeping into his skin, Kanetsugu would dream of floating orbs amidst a beautiful night, playfully dancing, up and up and up.

“Summer is upon us,” Sasuke said, falling into step beside him.

Kanetsugu ignored the man. He had just finished meeting with Lord Kenshin for an update about his territories and was on his way to the library when the ninja suddenly appeared.

It didn’t deter Sasuke at least. “Make sure your face is UV-protected.”

Not knowing what that meant, Kanetsugu continued walking.

But Sasuke kept on, unbothered by the lack of conversational reciprocation, “You’ve already done well with your body – covered and all that.” He glanced at Kanetsugu’s clothes, then hummed in thought. “I suppose it’s not that difficult to invent sunscreen …”

Kanetsugu let Sasuke talk some more.

“That reminds me – according to my calculations, it’s approximately three weeks from now that the Nigami Firefly Festival will begin.”

That rendered Kanetsugu pause.

He turned to Sasuke, felt his brows dip low. “What?”

“I once took my niece to a firefly viewing in Joetsu – which, by the way, is the future name of –”

“I see,” Kanetsugu interrupted. He pivoted to another hallway and left the ninja blinking, confused.

He’d forgo the library today, it seemed.

Lord Kenshin ordered Kanetsugu to quell a minor rebellion three towns away. That required him to travel a week or two, depending on the size of the men and the number of horses his lord would allow him.

On the way to his destination, he and his men stopped by a village at the foot of a mountain to spend the night. The villagers were welcoming of them, having met Kanetsugu a year before in another mission. He was a familiar and memorable face, one that brought a delighted smile upon the village leader – and a score of young women.

“Lord Kanetsugu,” the leader greeted him warmly, “it is an honor to have you rest for the night in our humble village.”

They made him and his men a sumptuous dinner – rather, a feast – which he tried to refuse at first. But his companions stared at the offerings with great eagerness, so Kanetsugu relented with a condition or two.

In the middle of the meal a girl came up to him with large, trusting eyes and an enthusiastic smile, and told him, “There are pretty dancing lights outside!”

Food set aside, Kanetsugu permitted the child to lead him to the forest right outside the village. They walked for a while, the child never breaking pace, and before Kanetsugu questioned the girl’s knowledge of the area she skidded to a halt, spun around to grab Kanetsugu’s hand, and with a vibrating grin she proclaimed, “We’re here!”

Kanetsugu blinked and looked around, and found what the girl was talking about. He heard himself take a sharp inhale, his body frozen taut with a memory.

Moments later he patted the girl’s hand on his and murmured, “Thank you.”

As they stood there, an idea formed within Kanetsugu’s mind.

“Clear your schedule for a week,” Kanetsugu announced right after coming back from his mission, opening the sliding door of his office with solid intent. “We will go somewhere.”

Perched at the center of the room, you paused from your work, wide-eyed surprise melting into excitement. The garment you’d been commissioned splayed on your lap like fishtail. “Oh! Is it a date?”

A barbed denial spiked through his mouth, but you’re blooming like an eager flower facing the sun, so he swallowed that reflex. Instead he answered, “Yes.”

Your smile rivaled the sun, your hands curling to form a heart. Kanetsugu squinted, and shifted his stance. “Then I’m looking forward to it!”

Kanetsugu exhaled, tamped down the rush of heat in his veins, and went back to work.

The journey back to the village went faster than last time. The residents welcomed them again cordially, and you and Kanetsugu stayed there for a while before he took your hand and led you outside.

He remembered the directions the little girl took the first time. Night had arrived, the full moon illumining the leaves with its silver light. It was also a good time for stargazing, but Kanetsugu had another plan in mind.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice inquisitive, your hand kept warm in his.

When Kanetsugu peered at your expression, shafts of moonlight sliced through the canopy and grazed parts of your face, one iris aglow – a tenebrist diptych of curiosity. It made you seem ethereal, a part of the forest night’s wonder. Something translucent and could easily slip through fingers. Kanetsugu let out a quiet breath, returned his attention to the front, quelled the nervous pace of his heart.

He stopped all of a sudden, which elicited a sound from you, almost colliding with him. Still holding your hand, Kanetsugu whirled around, and the spill of moonlight shifted to illuminate your whole face.

“Watch,” he said.

And you studied your surroundings, waiting for anything. Then: one by one, in the near-complete darkness, they sprung to life. Fireflies. Little yellow-gold lights playfully whirling and twirling in the air. One brushed past Kanetsugu's nose and then flickered away, and your silverbell laughter filled the spattered night.

“They’re beautiful,” you tell Kanetsugu, the curve of your mouth soft and warm. You extended a hand, palm up, and one hovered for a couple of seconds then moved on. The look you gave him afterwards arrested him. “Thank you for taking me here.”

“After what you’d said before, I had to do something at the very least.”

There’s a puzzled silence, your head tilting in question.

“You haven’t seen fireflies since you were a child,” he elaborated.

It wasn’t immediate when you put the pieces together. But when you did, surprise rippled throughout your body, and Kanetsugu was tempted to push closed your gaping mouth.

“Did I say that?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

Kanetsugu sighed. “When you were perusing some fabrics in the market. There was one designed with fireflies, and you commented upon it.”

“Oh,” you said, dazed. “You remembered that? I didn’t!”

“Of course I remembered,” he said, tone almost offended. But then – a whisper: “I remember everything when it comes to you.”

It sounded like a confession, but you knew the depth of Kanetsugu’s love and devotion. Still – it felt embarrassing. Vulnerable, even.

Still.

“Kanetsugu,” you breathed. Like a prayer. Like a marvel. Like the hundreds of fireflies dancing around them.

Kanetsugu swallowed.

“I love you,” you said, impeccably, implacably, an arrow hitting dead center. “I love you so much, Kanetsugu.”

He exhaled a long breath. “I know. And I you.”

You smiled, and it was more radiant and more beautiful than the fireflies and the moon and the star-filled sky tonight. You stepped closer to Kanetsugu, wrapped your arms around him tight, and sighed happily. He reciprocated the act, his arms molding snugly across your back.

Around you the fireflies continued dancing, their lights burning brightly.

#summer days sultry nights ccc #fic #my fic #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku x reader #ikesen x reader #ikesen kanetsugu #ikemen sengoku kanetsugu #ikesen kanetsugu x reader #ikemen sengoku fic #ikesen fic #ikesen fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfic

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Chapter 23: Silence

A/N: I’ve had a really rough week I’m so sorry. This heat is a killer! (Yes I’m British, we hate it.) it’s just utter sensory overload and I can’t concentrate.

Anyway, little update on this fic.

Firstly, I’d like to say I promise I am going to finish it and I’m grateful for all the messages and comments I have got about this fic. It really is one of my favourites.

Secondly, I’m sorry for this chapter.

Thirdly, I need a little break from it. My motivation has tanked and I’m struggling with not having many details about the next stage of the Batch’s journey. So I do think once season 3 aires this will become my new fixation yet again. I do have a vague idea of where I want Stitch’s story to go so I will keep adding bits here and there when the fancy takes me. Again, I promise this fic will be finished!

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of ND behaviour, feelings of jealousy, food, smut (but only a light sprinkling of thigh riding and a lot of making out.) fighting, canon violence and destruction.

Word Count: 12.3k+

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Tagging: @idoubleswearimawriter @ravenclawbitch426 @dreamqueenkala @moon-wrecked @mandinlore

You sat on the nose of the ship, leaning back against the transparisteel, tucked into Tech’s side as he took it upon himself to educate you on the positioning of the stars that filled the sky. He pointed out which were stars and which were planets or moons, even tracking a meteorite as it streaked through the sky.

You drank it all in, wishing this moment would never end. Vowing to yourself that you’d never leave Tech’s side again. Your thoughts drifted away from the stars began to focus on the way his body felt. Absently you played with the padding that protruded from his chest, tracing the oblong shapes. You had thrown a leg over his a while ago, turning your body to be flush with his.

“Stitch?”

“Mmm?” You looked up at him.

“Did you want to sleep on the ship?” Your heart gave a couple of quick beats and you hoped the darkness covered your eager expression.

“I don’t want to move. I don’t want to be…parted from you right now.” You settled back against his shoulder, feeling him rest his cheek on the top of your head.

“You would be asleep and unaware if my presence was there or not,” he murmured.

“I am always aware of you.” His fingers tightened on your shoulder, making you edge even closer to him. Stars, he smelled good. So familiar and comforting. He barely moved as you trailed your nose along his neck, bravely kissing his sun warmed skin.

You wanted him to touch you, there was an uncomfortable feeling between your thighs that you’d never explored before but you suddenly couldn’t ignore it. You shifted your body, heat racing up your spine as he tensed his leg against your motion, nudging you right at the spot where you ached.

A frustrated sigh pushed from between your lips. You wanted more, but you didn’t know how to ask for it. Would he even understand? Did he even want more? Were his thoughts as tortured as yours or was he able to just enjoy being close to you?

Holding back another sigh you sat up, kneeling over his leg and already yearning to be back against him. He sat up, watching you with those eyes you loved so much. The pair of you stared at each other, not knowing what to say as the air grew thick between you.

A tingling started in your fingers and you reached to touch his face, hesitating and curling them for a brief second before settling your touch on his cheek. He leaned into it, bringing one of his own hands up to rest on your hip, his eyes wide as they travelled down your body and back up to your face.

Your legs spread, slowly falling from resting on your knees to settle yourself on the hardness of his thigh. This new position had you swallowing down a whine. Bending at the waist, you brought your face to his, touching foreheads before letting your lips meet. Tech exhaled delicately through his nose, drifting warm air across your skin as his lips melted against yours. After a few seconds you broke the kiss, not wanting to overwhelm him but his hand didn’t move. Instead the pressure increased, drawing you back to taste him in an even deeper kiss.

Tech was everywhere. He filled your mouth, soaking through your senses until you were sure nothing else existed, except him. Hands held onto your waist, fingertips burning into your heated skin. Stars erupted behind your tightly closed eyes, lips caressing in the dead of night as unspoken whispers passed between you both.

Neediness marked your motions, a desperation so obvious yet neither of you seemed to want to acknowledge it’s presence.

Moaning quietly into his mouth you let him lead, your head spinning from the intoxicating feeling that kissing him gave you. It hadn’t happen often, but when it did, it was toe curling.

His leg lifted between your own, the subtle movement lifting you closer to him and you whimpered softly against his lips. Your hips automatically rolled along the strength of his thigh, catching you at just the right place, extracting a strained moan from your chest.

To your regret he broke off the kiss, his eyes tracking heavily over your face and you tried to hide how flustered you were.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, noting the husky tone that spilled from you as the warmth from your lower belly spread through your body. You wanted to move, to feed the fever he created inside but you also wanted to go at his pace. Just because you were ready didn’t mean he was.

“Nothing is wrong, you’re just…different.” He watched the way you worried your bottom lip. “Have I done something?”

“No, no Tech. I just,” how could you explain this? “Doing this, with you makes me feel good and I’m not…” you didn’t want to bring up your past right now and sully this precious moment you were having under the stars, so you stopped. Maybe it was too soon after all.

He brushed some hair away, watching the motion of his hand as it delicately traced the edge of your ear before bringing his eyes back to you. “Do you want to continue?” His own voice was hushed and that was the first indication you got that he was feeling anything remotely like you were.

“Yes,” you breathed, dropping your gaze to his mouth as you imagined him kissing his way down your body.

He pulled you back to him, fingers burying in your hair as your lips met with more urgency than before. Gone was that hesitant barrier, the heat of his tongue was searing and it spurred you on to find some friction again. This time he didn’t stop, instead you felt the tensing of his thigh to hold your weight as you ground down on him. You freed a hand to slam onto the transparisteel of the canopy, giving yourself more leverage.

You felt Tech move beneath you, his own hips seeking out some friction as he took his cues from you. Your kisses became more heated, your breaths mingling in the quiet of the night when you gasped over each others faces.

Your mind got lost quickly, nothing else mattered but growing the warmth that blossomed between your legs and stroking the neediness that resided there. Tech became more insistent, his hands moved down to your hips, tugging you closer so he could grind against the hardness of your own thigh.

You moaned at the feel of him, the bulge was evident and almost painful as it imprinted through the thinness of your clothes. You forced your eyes open, enjoying the way he looked down at where your bodies were connected, his mouth hanging open, eyes fluttering at each rub of his cock in the confines of his own clothing.

When he moaned for the first time it nearly sent you over the edge, your hips stuttering at the sound that he barely knew he’d made, so lost in the feel of you. His kissed you again, this time it was sloppy and hurried, like he knew he needed to do it but wasn’t concentrating on it.

You could feel something creeping up your spine, a shiver that had you inhaling a needy cry. He brought you impossibly closer, cradling the back of your head and you buried your face into his neck, sliding your arms around his quivering form.

His cries were muffled by your shoulder as he began to curl into you, his arms tensing with every jerk and you instinctively knew he was coming to his end. You worked your hips faster, sensing the threads that held your body together tugging until they were ready to snap. You whimpered into his neck, quivering in his grip as you brought yourself right to edge of oblivion.

Tech’s arms flexed painfully against your body, his cries came quickly as his hips jerked along your thigh and that’s when you unraveled above him. It flooded through your body, making you tense and relax at the same time, chased by a numbing sensation that had your lips curling with relief.

You stayed tightly in each others embrace as you both faced what had just happened. Tech heaved a few breaths into his chest, his fingers curling and unfurling against your back as he brought himself back from the intense pleasure, eyes blinking and clearing the fake stars away.

Your mind was shattered, the scent of him filled your nose as you nuzzled tentatively into his neck. You kissed him under his ear, hoping you were letting him know he was ok. He turned his head and sought out your lips, which you were only too happy to offer, noting the kiss was more controlled this time, but just as gentle and loving as before.

A giggle bubbled up inside you, breathy and relaxed, you still felt the tendrils of pleasure as they skitted up your spine. There was no feeling of shame, no pain, only comfort and safety and it made you limp against him. Resting your head on his chest you could hear his heart beating faster than normal, his arms came up around you, squeezing you close with the silent promise he was never going to let you go.

You had a shower. A real shower. Not something that spat lukewarm water at you but an actual shower that was able to make you feel clean for the first time in weeks.

So you took your time. Reliving the moment with Tech last night, teeth scraping your lower lip as you remembered the way he blushed in the light of the Marauder. You’d spent the night on the ship and it had been awkward at first. Neither of you used to sharing a sleeping space so you’d stared at each other as you both worked out what you wanted.

In the end you had taken his hand and guided him to the bunk asking if he was happy with you laying on his chest and he’d nodded. His arms around you.

It was the best sleep you’d ever had.

Tech was so steady, his surety was something you really latched onto and it kept you steady with him. He filled the dark blot inside you with something warm and delightful.

Tech was everything to you…and now you could admit that fully to yourself.

You hoped the way you felt shone out of your eyes when you looked at him, you hoped he noticed.

The walk back to the house this morning had been quiet, thankfully the others were still asleep and Tech had shown you to the bedroom where there were clean clothes waiting for you.

Stepping from the shower, water dripped all over the floor and you breathed in the steamy mass that surrounded you. This could be a life you could get used to.

Quickly you changed, brushing your hands over the soft material, captivated by the way it flowed between your fingers. You hadn’t had many clothes in your possession before, even at the Academy it had been medics tunics and one gown for formal purposes.

The clothes you wore now were a deep green, the hem of the tunic settled around your thighs, the belt pulled it in at the waist and the trousers were form fitting and soft. The material was light, something to help cope with the heat of Pabu. You were grateful for the long sleeves, liking the way the point ended in a loop that went over your middle finger. It kept them in place and covered all the reminders that marked your body.

You cracked the door open, listening to Omega talking downstairs as they discussed what they were doing today. You made your way down, trailing your hand along the wall and pausing at the bottom of the stairs.

It hit you how domestic this was. Wrecker was leaning back in his chair, hands interlaced behind his head as he declared he was going to go fishing today. Hunter stood leaning against the counter, a small smile on his face and a cup of caf in his hand. His gaze lifted, seeing you he nodded at the table. Omega was talking about playing with her friends and your heart swelled at such a statement. You’d been gone a few weeks and they had all transformed into these relaxed, citizens.

Tech was on his datapad, absently chewing as he concentrated on the screen in front of his face. Stepping down the last stair made Wrecker turn around and he gave you a beaming smile.

“Stitch!” Omega all but squealed, patting the chair next to her. Their gazes flicked between you and Tech, feeling their sense of anticipation at a reaction from their brother at your arrival.

“Good morning,” you said as you sat down.

“I saved you some of Hunter’s waffles!” Omega reached for a plate that had been under a cover and Wrecker groaned loudly.

“That’s not fair! If I had known they were there I’d have eaten them,” he muttered and Omega shook her head.

“Stitch hasn’t had any yet.”

“You cook now?” You turned to the tattooed clone and he shrugged, tucking his hand under his arm.

“You haven’t tried them yet. You might hate them.”

“I tell him they’re the best thing I’ve ever eaten but we’ve lived off rations for most of our lives,” Omega said, her face growing serious for a second and her voice wiser than her age. “Most things taste good to us.”

“I don’t think my experience is any better,” you reminded her but you ripped a piece off anyway. You felt slightly shy as they watched you, even Wrecker leaned in, waiting for your reaction. “They’re good,” you said out the side of your mouth and Omega beamed.

“I told you!” She shot at her brother who held up his hands in defeat.

“Of course, Stitch’s opinion sets the tone,” he teased and you grinned up at him.

“There are added benefits to rations,” Tech suddenly spoke up. “They were designed to provide the body with exactly what it needs to get through a day. Flavour was not the goal when the Kaminoans developed them.”

“I don’t think I could eat one ever again,” Wrecker said, scrunching his face in disgust.

“What are you doing today, Stitch?” Omega suddenly asked and you automatically looked at Tech but he didn’t even acknowledge the question. It wasn’t aimed at him.

“I don’t know,” you admitted now glancing up at Hunter for some clarity. Hunter leaned forward and slapped Tech on the shoulder.

“I am going back to the Archium. I have more artefacts to catalogue,” Tech replied quickly.

“You can come with me,” Wrecker told you. “I can teach you to fish and hopefully we can get that really big one I’ve seen down by the docks.”

“My friends would love to meet you!” Omega grabbed your hand and you felt pulled in all directions. You wanted to Tech to ask you to join him but he didn’t even look up.

“Well I suppose I could,” you told her.

“I’ll be about,” Hunter mumbled and you focussed on him for a moment. Cocking your head as you watched him swill the last of his caf round in his cup. You were about to say something when Tech got up, barely casting a glance around as he made his way to the door.

“You know where I will be.” And then the door was closing and he was gone.

“Come on!” Omega tried to tug you up but you slipped your hand free.

“Go and get your friends and I’ll meet them at lunch time? I just need some time to…adjust.”

“Ok! Come on Wrecker!”

“Comin’. I’m comin’.”

As soon as they left the mood deflated, Hunter’s melancholy was more evident and it fed your own. You began to clear the table picking up Tech’s cup and plate and staring at them for a second.

“What do you do in this paradise?” Hunter sucked in a breath at your question, blowing out his cheeks and widening his eyes.

“My skills haven’t been found a good use yet. Not like the others.”

“Fishing not your thing?”

“Wrecker enjoys the quiet,” he replied. “Me, not so much.”

“Thought about helping Tech?” You stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder as you looked around the small open plan house.

“Tech doesn’t need my help. Phee brings him new things and they discuss where it’s from and how old it is. Again, not really something that I find…is a good use of my time.” You put the plate and cup in the sink, your heart fluttering against your ribs and you turned to study Hunter’s side profile.

“Who is Phee?”

“One of Cid’s contacts. She comes across as a pirate and a treasure hunter but she was the one that brought us here.” Your brain was lagging. She? A pirate? Someone connected to Cid…

“Can we trust her?” Hunter shrugged and turned to dump his cup in the sink before you.

“She hasn’t given us any reason to think otherwise.”

“And she works with Tech? In the Archium?” Your voice wavered and Hunter focused on your face, reading you instantly as you gazed at him with pleading eyes.

“They just have a common interest. It allows Tech to mind numbingly chat to someone else.” You nodded, not liking the sickness that rose in your throat. Replaced. You’d been replaced. What were you now? It almost felt like last night hadn’t happened and you backed away. “Stitch…” Hunter went to touch your hand but you snatched it away. A motion all too familiar as you realised good things really were too good to be true.

“I’m ok. I just need some air.” You burst from the door, grateful that he didn’t follow you. Looking up you could see the tall building that stood at the top of the island, rising high into the blue sky. The sea breeze whipped around you, snagging on your clothes before pillowing in your back and almost urging you to head in that direction.

You were scared. What if you went and your fears were real? But you couldn’t leave it. As you headed up the steep path you fought with yourself, it was illogical. Tech barely showed his emotions and feelings to his brothers, men he’d known all his life. You had felt honoured last night, being with him in such a vulnerable state and sharing that experience with him…clearly meant more to you than him.

The dark thoughts became worse the closer you got to the Archium. They were crippling as your demons shadowed everything making you lose your nerve. Diving into the Marauder you settled in your usual place. Gonky waddled over, tipping forward to peer at you huddled on the floor.

“Hey buddy. I just need a minute.” He honked in reply, shuffling round so he could wedge up against you, giving you the pressure of a hug without being hugged. You leaned against the droid, realising you actually missed Beetoo. “I wonder what she’s doing…I feel bad for upping and leaving Tesama. She must be worried.” The droid didn’t respond and your mind wandered even more. “I’m assuming we’re never going back?” You were more talking out loud to yourself than needing a response and you frowned. “What about all the data?” The droid shifted a little and you looked at the console. “Do you think Tech could remotely wipe the information stored in the medcentre’s records? If it gets into the Empire’s hands…” What if Cid got her hands on it? You got the impression the boys had upped and left Cid high and dry and you didn’t trust that Trandoshan as far as you could throw her.

“I have to go!” You squeezed past the droid and left the ship, almost running across the courtyard and drawing the attention of the few people dotted about. You found Tech easily enough, but how you found him made you stop in your tracks. He was leaning over a crate, head almost touching the other person he was with as she leaned from the other side.

To your dismay, she was gorgeous. Dark skin and thick hair that would be the envy of anyone. She was watching him reach into the crate, leaning over the side as close as she could get.

Your brain stuttered to a stop, the words this is a Keldabe Kiss, replayed in your mind and you felt a wave of despair that he was allowing someone else do something so intimate with him.

“Impressive isn’t it, brown eyes?” Her voice was delicate when she spoke to him, like a soft caress and you had to fight back tears when he responded almost immediately. He hadn’t even acknowledged you this morning. “You joining us?” Your attention centered and you found them both looking at you.

“I had assumed you were with the others,” Tech said, adjusting his goggles as he spoke.

“I had…” embarrassment and lack of trust made you clam up and you began to step away. “I’ll discuss it with Hunter. You’re clearly too busy.”

“Stitch!” Tech’s voice followed you out but it was Phee’s that clung to you.

“Oh. So that’s Stitch…” the condescending tone broke you, the way she said your name made you feel worthless and you wandered blindly through the streets.

You cried, feeling the cracks that marked your heart begin to widen once again. Stupid. You were so stupid. You knew opening yourself up meant you got hurt, you had hoped it would be a while before it happened though.

“Hey.” You jumped, shrinking into yourself when Hunter approached. His hands were up, his steps slow as he read your tense form and paused a few paces away.

“How did you find me?” You asked wiping your cheeks and looking around. “I don’t even know where I am.”

“I have my uses,” he commented softly. He was brimming with concern, his caramel eyes fixed on your face but it’s just made you feel more vulnerable.

“You’ll wish you hadn’t found me,” you warned him with a shaky voice.

“I’ll take my chances. Tech said you were looking for me.” That wasn’t true. Of course he’d send his brother rather than coming to look for you himself. You were having a moment, and Tech didn’t do well with feelings as it was. There was a time he was the only one that could handle your emotions. He knew what to say, he could get you to calm down, he understood. Or he acted like it at least.

Hiding your face in your hands, the sobs slipped through your fingers and you felt Hunter come closer. “Did I say something? Did Tech do something?”

“He’s replaced me,” you whispered. He was right beside you now, you could feel the heat of his body and you fell against him, seeking out that contact. Automatically his arms came up around you, pulling you close as you buried your face in his chest. He didn’t say anything, he waited you for you to work it out of your system, standing and looking out at the sea.

“I realise I could be over reacting,” you finally said.

“I am not here to tell you what you’re feeling,” Hunter rumbled. “But no one could replace you in Tech’s eyes.”

“You’re just saying that…”

“I know that.” You pulled away, his arms dropping down and you looked into his face. You could sense he felt sure in what he said, he firmly believed that.

“How?”

“Apparently the wine here was stronger than he anticipated and it makes him extraordinarily…vocal.” Hunter smiled at the memory. “Of course, he doesn’t touch it now. I’m not even sure he remembers exactly what was said.”

“You found her.” Hunter turned and you peered at Tech who was standing a few meters away, looking at the pair of you with a blank expression on his face.

“I did,” Hunter planted a hand on your shoulder and forced you to walk towards Tech. “And she’s all yours.” The last few paces you had to do alone, gazing imploringly into his goggles as he watched you come closer. “Don’t com me until you’ve sorted whatever this is. That’s an order.” Tech almost blanched, giving his brother a jerk of his head to show he had heard and then you were alone. The path was empty with just you two on it, standing awkwardly as your feet shuffled.

“Shall we walk?” You suggested, feeling the urge to move.

“Yes.” The silence stretched, rising and ebbing like the waves below. You managed to work up the courage to say something, only to glance at his face and realise you couldn’t get your words out. And so the cycle continued. Even when people started to appear around you, each step taking you further and further round the island.

You saw some animals, the first ones you’d really noticed and forgetting yourself for a moment you grabbed his forearm.

“Look!”

“Moon-yos,” Tech said on reflex. You left his side to approach the tree, gazing up into their wide orange rimmed eyes. They chittered, gathering to give you the same treatment as they leaned out of the branches. You offered your finger, smiling and momentarily forgetting your whole situation as one grabbed your hand.

“Mischievous little guys,” you breathed with a chuckle. Their awareness came through, highly intelligent creatures that had strong family bonds with one another. They weren’t afraid, living easily alongside the people of Pabu. You turned your finger so you could could look at the clawed hand that held onto you, only three digits ending in a sharp claw that looked like it could work it’s way under bark or the hard shell of a fruit.

Your finger was released when they got bored and they filtered up into the tree at a silent command. You retreated, accidentally stepping back firmly into Tech’s chest and he placed his hands either side of you to keep you upright.

“S-sorry,” you stuttered, turning to face him and noticing he kept his hands on your arms.

“Why?” You could he was genuinely asking, the quizzical frown appearing on his brow.

“For bumping into you.”

“Nothing that requires an apology.” Still he didn’t move, standing there with his hands burning through the thin material of your clothes as his gaze roamed over your features. “Have I done something?” He asked, snapping his mouth shut like he hadn’t meant to ask it out loud. Now guilt rose in you. He was in turmoil, the longer he touched you the more you were able to read him. His feelings were just as real as yours and you hesitantly reached to touch his top. Your fingers curled in the material and he didn’t move, just continued to watch you until you were ready to explain.

“Last night…” you whispered, swallowing back the limp in your throat. “I’ve never…it’s…I haven’t.” Fierfek. This was hard.

“Neither have I.” Your gaze rose to meet his and you let him draw you in closer.

“Tech…” you could feel the tears pricking the corner of your eyes. “I am scared.”

“I scare you?”

“No! No…this and what it means. I’m…I’m drowning here,” you admitted. You lowered your eyes, hating how frustrated you were getting with yourself because it was difficult to express. Did you talk about what he meant to you? How could you put that in words?

A gentle touch on your chin had you glancing at him with wide eyes, his curled finger keeping your head up so he could look at you.

“This is new for me too.” Your breath hitched when his eyes dipped to look at your lips. “I am not good at expressing…” his words filtered off into silence.

“What do you want to do, right now?” You breathed. Your heart was thumping, the beat of it filled your entire body and you were getting increasingly warm. His other hand trailed over your arm, the material of his gloves brushing the sensitive skin on your neck as he gently swept some hair behind your ear.

“Do you want me to try and tell you or—show you?” A shiver ran down your spine, his breath danced over your cheeks and that’s when you noticed he was so close, close enough to kiss.

“Show me,” you whispered. He reacted instantly. Capturing your lips with his in a kiss that had you melting into his chest. His touch left your chin, his large hand covering your throat as his thumb trailed down the front of your neck feeling the moan that bubbled up. You tightened your grip on his top, trying to tug him closer, inhaling sharply as he deepened the kiss. His lips chased yours and you gasped into another’s mouths, forgetting where you were and who was around.

You never wanted it to end but accepted his forehead press into yours. You studied his face this close, tracing the line of his goggles and sucking your lip between your teeth.

“I want to do that all the time,” you admitted softly.

“We wouldn’t get anything done,” he replied and you surprised yourself by laughing. He straightened, a happy smile finally coming to life on his face as you giggled with a mix of joy and embarrassment.

People moved around, seemingly totally unbothered by the display of affection they’d just witnessed. Your hand slipped into his and you both began to walk again, your arms knocking into one another as you tried to stay as close as possible.

“You wanted to tell me something…earlier?” He prompted and you swallowed down whatever lingering sense of doubt was left.

“Oh. Yeah.” You tried to organise your thoughts and get it all straight in your mind. “I take it you’re not returning to Ord Mantell?”

“No, we are not.”

“Then we need to ask Tesama to erase the data in the medcentre records. I’m worried Cid will get her hands on it.” Tech frowned, his hand gripping yours tightly as he came to a stop. You could see him trying to work out what would be so dangerous in the records and why that would benefit Cid. “There are records of samples, I’ve treated you all for something or other and all your details are sitting there. All she has to do is log into the system and hand it over to whoever she chooses. Omega is on there,” you stressed.

“I did not consider this. Leaving such information within Cid’s grasp could ultimately back fire on us,” he muttered.

“Can you erase it remotely?” His golden brown eyes were darting all over the floor, his chest heaved a little and he seemed deep in thought for a moment. You watched his expression, running a hand up his arm to keep as much contact with him as possible.

“That is a valid idea but no. Someone would need to do it planetside.” He tugged you along with him, refusing to let go of your hand as he brought up the com on his wrist to his mouth.

“Hunter. Meet me at the ship, we are on our way.”

“Tesama. Do you read me?” The static frustrated you the most. Not Hunter pacing or Wrecker standing ominously in the corner. Omega sat in her room, her knees hugged tight as she watched you all try to fix this.

“Try again,” encouraged Tech after he made some adjustments. His hand settled on the back of your chair and you were grateful for his razor sharp focus on this.

“Tesama. This is Havoc-medic. Do you read?” Static.

“What’s happenin’?” Wrecker asked. “Why isn’t it getting through?”

“Someone could be jamming the signal. I don’t like this,” Hunter stressed.

“There is no record of an Imperial presence on Ord Mantell, I do not understand who would be stopping transmissions to a medcentre.” Tech was still desperately trying to figure this out, his attention was split in half constantly and it showed in his delayed responses.

“It’s a trap,” muttered Hunter. “Cid threatened us in the last transmission.”

“We have no idea what’s going on,” you sighed, massaging a temple as you tried to ward off a headache. You had been through so many emotions today you knew you needed to meditate. Or train. “I say we go. Drop me off if you have to and let me do it all. She’s after you guys, not me.”

“She’s right you know,” Wrecker agreed.

“Maybe. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Hunter came to a stop with his arms crossed.

“You know it needs doing. I won’t be able to rest until it’s erased. It’s my fault it’s all on there,” you told him quietly and his expression softened a little.

“You were doing your job. No one could have foreseen the circumstances that we are i-in—.”

“So this is where y’all hiding!” Tech stuttered to a stop when a voice cut through the conversation and Phee made Hunter move aside so she could come aboard. “Oh…am I interrupting?” You couldn’t help it, you glared at her for showing such familiarity, for the way her gaze lingered on Tech just that touch too long.

“Actually…” Hunter began but Tech stepped forward.

“We have a mission. I need you to continue cataloguing the artefacts in the Archium.” She recoiled slightly at Tech’s business like tone, blinking as though she’d never heard him speak like that before. “Here is the datapad. I cannot say for certain, when we will return.”

“But this is yours?” She gazed at him with wide eyes and you shifted in your seat, highly aware of the tenseness that came off Wrecker and Hunter.

“It has nothing personal on it and therefore I shall not miss it. I reprogrammed this one for the Archium. Take it.” She reached for it, looking around the group as she did.

“You all just flying off without a goodbye?” Omega moved, running towards her and wrapping her arms around her middle.

“We’ll be back,” she said happily. Hunter crouched down and you could feel what was coming.

“Maybe you should stay here,” he suggested gently.

“But I want to come with you,” Omega pleaded. “What if you don’t come back?”

“What kind of mission is this?” Phee asked with a narrowed glare but no one answered her. She patted Omega’s shoulder and it seemed like she was stalling.

“When did you want to leave?” You stood up, leaning into Tech, his eyes widened at your closeness but he didn’t move away, turning to look at you when he answered.

“As soon as possible. While we possibly have the element of surprise. Though that window may be closed already,” he stated firmly and shifted his gaze to Hunter.

“Do you need an extra pair of hands? You know I’m good in a tight spot.” She was desperate to come along, her curiosity was burning and you felt slightly smug that they were keeping her out of the loop.

“We’ve got all the hands we can manage,” Hunter told her. “I’m sure we’ll see you in a few days.”

“All right,” she sighed, giving Omega a smile before she untangled herself. “Just make sure you come back to me in one piece.” She didn’t name anyone but you knew she aimed that at Tech and you bristled.

“I’m used to putting these boys back together,” you said, surprising yourself with the sickly sweet tone you used. You planted a possessive hand on Tech’s chest, feeling the inhale from him as you did and smirking a little at his reaction. You’d never get tired of hearing his breath hitch. “They’ll be fine.” You felt pressure on your lower back, your face warming when you realised Tech was gently touching you as a form of reassurance.

“Looks like you’re in good hands,” Phee responded a little stiffly and she began to back out of the ship. “I won’t muck up your system.”

“I can correct it when I return, if you do.” Tech gave her a nod and headed for the cockpit, you felt his hand trail from your hip and across your stomach. The touch was fleeting, but it meant everything.

“Bye, Phee!” Omega called from the hatch.

“Ah, yeah. Bye, Phee.” Wrecker and Omega waved at her and she waved back. You didn’t wait to see her off, but you knew she would watch the ship until it disappeared. Hunter activated the ramp just as Tech called for Omega.

“Now would be a good time to practise your flying skills, transitioning from atmospheric pressure to the vacuum of space.”

“Yes!” You smiled in the face of her excitement, relieved to be leaving Pabu behind. You knew they’d want to come back and you’d have to deal with Phee eventually.

Pabu dropped away, the Marauder’s shadow distorted as it glided on the surface of the sea. The sun streamed into the cockpit and you squinted slightly from the glare.

“Easy on the thrusters,” Tech warned as Omega guided the ship into the upper atmosphere. “We need to conserve our fuel and while I have calculated for some inevitabilities, it is not possible to factor in all of them.”

“Ah, you’re doin’ good, kid.” Wrecker pressed a huge hand on Omega’s shoulder and she glanced up at him with a beaming smile. You made your way to the hold shortly after the ship broke into the black, finding Hunter highlighted by the console screen.

“You’re not happy about this,” you pointed out, sitting down next to Gonky and giving the droid a gentle pat.

“I’m not. But anything to tie up loose ends and leave that planet behind for good,” he said darkly. “We will set you down in the spaceport and then when you’re done, you can hail us and we’ll come and get you.” You chewed on your lower lip, using your fingers to really press it into your teeth.

“Plan A,” you muttered.

“Plan A?” Hunter swivelled to face you. “It’s our only plan.”

“Fi says we should always plan for anything, and that’s why we have the rest of the alphabet to work with.”

“Luckily for us I am good at making a plan to suit our, unique situations,” he grumbled.

“You’d like him,” you said absently. Your gaze was vacant and fixed on a point on the hull wall as you remembered. “I hope they’re ok.”

“Rex has got them,” Hunter reassured you. “If you can trust anyone, it’s Captain Rex.” Bitterness flooded your mouth and you regretted not being there anymore. It was good to be back with the Batch, to see them happy and healthy but…you couldn’t help worrying for the clones you’d left behind. Was Echo taking his pain meds? Was Fi doing his exercises and not beating himself up when he forgot what he was doing next? Was Rex drinking enough? How was Howzer settling in?

“You’re brooding,” Hunter muttered and you smirked.

“Takes one to know one.” He scoffed at your remark, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

You felt the lurch of the ship and the cheer from Wrecker as Omega pushed it into lightspeed for the first time. So began your journey. The next stage…the next chapter…and you had no idea what was going to happen.

You loved it when the ship was this quiet. But you hated it at the same time. You were sat in your usual place, your eyes burning from tiredness as everyone else slept around you. How you’d reacted to Phee was making your stomach churn…that wasn’t who you were? Was it? Didn’t you trust Tech? Whatever was happening with you two was so new, so tentative and then you were away from him. And that hurt. He understood your choice to help Rex and Echo and you didn’t regret it. So why did you feel this way?

Standing up, you stretched your back with a soft grunt, reaching for the ceiling of the hold and then relaxing to a slight boneless feel. Padding quietly into the cockpit, you saw Tech surrounded by items you couldn’t possibly begin to name.

“Have you slept?” You went to put a hand on the back of his neck and thought better of it, choosing to sit in Echo’s seat.

“I have not. I cannot rest until I have programmed this datastick with the exact files you need. All you will need to do is put this into the main port. I have no doubt it will work perfectly.” He glanced up from his datapad, eyeing you for a moment as you gently trailed your fingers over the console. “Was your sleep unsatisfactory?”

“That implies I slept, Tech.”

“Ah.” He adjusted his goggles a little but you saw his fingers had stopped tapping on his pad.

“What is it?” He wanted to speak, oh stars, you could feel his urge to say the words and his frustration was like a whip through his presence, but he gave no outward sign he was suffering.

Going on instinct you got up, kneeling beside him and putting your hand in his. Immediately he gripped your fingers, his eyes coming down to watch the contact between you, almost as if he had to see it to believe it. “I’m sorry I reacted the way I did—earlier.” Your sudden admission had him frowning with confusion, his gaze lifting to meet with yours.

“I do not understand why you are apologising.” He was going to make you spell it out. Sighing quickly you rubbed a hand over your face only to see Tech still watching you closely as he waited for your explanation.

“I realise I did not…I assume she’s your friend? Phee?” You asked, desperately trying to keep your tone light.

“I have never had friends before you. It is not something I am familiar with or realise the…parameters of. I do understand we are now…more than friends.” Your breath quickened, your heart was pressing on the inside of your ribcage and it felt like your entire body was tingling.

“A few kisses will do that,” you whispered, swallowing sharply and steadying your breathing.

“Our brief physical interactions express our affections outwardly. I want you to know what happens to me—inwardly.”

“Tech, no one can know really…”

“I understand you are not a mind reader. I have been thinking about last night for a considerable amount of time, and I came to the conclusion that my feelings for you transcend anything I have ever experienced before.”

“Tech…” but he squeezed on your fingers so he could continue.

“All I have ever known is war. War and survival,” he carried on, his eyes tracking over the console with all his stuff on as the ship sped through hyperspace. His expression was pensive, highlighted by the twisting lights that gave way to the ship with ease. “You have shown me there is more to this Galaxy than the next objective. You—you slow me down, Stitch.”

“Slow you down?”

“It was an analogy that made sense to me,” he sighed and his sense of frustration came back. Before he could spiral from laying himself bare, you reached to touch his face and turned him to look at you.

“I would not be alive today if it wasn’t for you, Tech. You keep me going…when you look at me, you really see me. When you hold my hand I feel as though, everything I have been through, everything that tried to tear me apart, is gone. And all that exists is you and me. For a brief moment,” you whispered. “It’s all that matters.” He didn’t know how to respond and that was ok. He had already said more to you than you could ever wish for.

You stood up, fully expecting him to let you go back into the hold when his hand gripped yours and the cockpit door slid shut. You heard him rise behind you, turning your head slightly, you saw him out of your peripheral loom behind you.

Tech’s hand drifted up your arm, his fingers tentative in their caress and you shivered slightly. You leaned back into him, his face coming down to rest in the crook of your neck. You enjoyed his closeness, lifting an arm to brush the hair at the base of his neck.

“You quiet my mind,” he whispered against your skin. You felt his other hand ghost up the front of your body, coming to grip your chin so he could manipulate you into a kiss that had your head spinning. There was something different this time, an awareness on his side as well as yours that collided and smashed your barriers down so much quicker.

Turning your body you pressed into his chest, pulling on his neck to make him lean more into you. His arm encircled your waist, making your back arch until you almost lost your balance. You tipped back, taking him with you but he had already preempted this situation. Reaching out with a hand he stopped the fall against the door of the cockpit, walking you backwards until you were wedged between him and the cold durasteel.

Tech mouthed his way down your exposed neck, his breath heatedly dancing over your skin when he gasped. His hand was planted beside your head, fingers curling with nothing to grip onto.

Tech’s sudden confidence had your mind emptying of all logical thought. Maybe this was a dream? A vision? If it was…it was a damn good one, for a change.

His lips found their way back to yours, absorbing every little gasp he could extract from you as your body began to heat up. The burn was slow, gently licking up from your belly to warm your chest. You wanted him to explore, to touch you in places you’d never wanted to be touched before.

But now wasn’t the time.

“Tech…Hunter can hear us,” you whispered and he paused. His sigh was heavy and you grinned, pressing your face against his to give him a swift kiss on the cheek. “When we come back. I promise.” A nod was the only response he could give and you moved away from him. Taking his hand you led him back to the pilots console and he sat down again. You were about to sit back in Echo’s chair when Tech pulled on your arm, forcing you to topple into his lap.

“I can work perfectly well with you sitting here.” He left no room for discussion, so you stretched your legs over both of his, resting your head on his shoulder and he could reach round you to work with both hands.

You found yourself drifting into sleep, Tech’s repetitive motions were a comfort as was the beat of his heart and the sensation of being wrapped in his presence.

The ship barely touched the ground, allowing you enough time to leap from the ramp. Lifting your arms up you protected your face from the ships down draft, smelling the dump of fuel as it took off again. Your tunic slapped in the rush of heated air, rippling against your skin as you looked up into the sky, watching until the ship shot away and they were out of sight.

You hadn’t said goodbye. You didn’t need to. They were coming back in a couple of hours when you’d wiped the systems and erased everything you could from the database. Tech gave you detailed instructions and you could hail him if needs be, he still had his com that was connected to yours back at the medcentre.

Ord Mantell felt just the same. There were people everywhere, hustling and bustling on market day, laughter floated through the crowd and you felt a weird heaviness lift off your shoulders. You realised it was the worry of the boys that had been pressing on you. You couldn’t blame them, coming back here after they’d all but shunned Cid, was a risk. Hence why you here alone.

The sun was shining, it was warm and you basked for a moment as you walked, surprised how unaffected by the amount of people you were. It was familiar. After all the upheaval recently it was like your brain was happy to be in a place it knew and you appreciated that.

Something niggled at your awareness, making you come to a sudden stop and change direction. It was odd, a pulling sensation that felt you like you had an internal compass telling you were to go. Curiosity got the better of you, remembering what Hunter said about always trusting your instincts and you began to head away from the medcentre.

The crowds grew thicker but you held onto the fact it felt like you were going in the right direction…then you saw her. The familiar pair of lekku had you smiling and tears rose unbidden to your eyes. You forgot you’d need to say goodbye.

“Tesama!” You waved at your friend and she waved back over the heads of everyone else. Worming your way through the crowd to reach her at the stall that was selling droid parts.

“This boc’ara, is charging me too much for Beetoo’s replacement parts.” You frowned at the seller, a Bith called Hezo that you knew well.

“What’s going on?” You asked him, pointing at Tesama and her chain code card. “You know who we work for.”

“Cid told me not to give you any more discount. She said you’ve had enough,” he held up his hands and refused to look directly at you both. “Take it up with her.” He went to deal with someone else, Tesama cursed again in her own language.

“What is going on?” You muttered.

“I don’t know, but I am so glad you’re back. Everyone has been acting strange,” she told you angrily. “I’m fed up if it, I feel I’m on the outside. Please tell me you’re staying and the boys are coming with you because Cid’s moods are awful.” You smiled at her, not really sure how to deal with it all. You weren’t staying, the boys weren’t coming back and you felt guilty for leaving Tesama here.

The Twi’lek carried on chatting, bringing you quickly up to speed on what had been happening as best she could, seemingly desperate to get it all off her chest. But you couldn’t concentrate, there was a weird fuzziness to your thoughts and you stopped at the edge of the market.

“Head back to the medcentre…” your voice trailed off as a sense of dread trickled down your back like icy water.

“What? Stitch?” The words got stuck, refusing to come past the tightness in your throat as pure fear washed over you. Tesama’s eyes rose to look at something in the sky behind you, widening drastically when she saw what you were sensing.

You didn’t need to turn around. The screams of the citizens around you were confirmation enough, followed by the vast shadow as it moved to block out the light from the sun. Moving at a steady pace, the shadow devoured everything beneath it, blanketing the market in a darkness that held a threatening chill.

“They’re here!” Tesama cried. “They will find me and make me a slave!” You snatched at her arm and pulled her close, making sure she could hear you over the rising panic.

“Run. Hide, they’re not here for you. Don’t give them an excuse to find you. I’ll head back to the medcentre and erase any trace of you. Ok?” She nodded, her lekku bouncing and you released her. “Go!” The howling roar of TIE fighters drowned out your word but she understood, turning and running.

You had no time to dwell on the fact you’d never see her again.

Panic rose and along with it the cacophony of noise. You were shoved between beings, your own anxieties trying to overwhelm you as well as absorbing the heightened emotions of everyone around you. When you slipped down the alley you were able to breathe, clutching at your throat as you forced yourself to keep walking.

They were here.

You ducked in the street as the pressure of the TIEs passing over made you want to press into the ground. Their hellish screams sounded like demons reawakened from the deepest of slumbers and all you could feel was the crawling sensation over your skin. The medcentre was so close and you forced yourself to run the rest of the way.

You locked the door. Racing into the bays you yelled for Beetoo who appeared, her photoreceptors blinking.

“You’re back. About time because I have had that Trandoshan female questioning me everyday.”

“The Empire is here!” You gushed at her, still trying to catch your breath as you remembered everything Tech had said to you.

“Is it true?” She asked. “The Empire is here?”

“Yes.” Time was running out as your fingers flew over the screen of your datapad, erasing Tesama’s file just as you promised. You inserted the data stick Tech gave you, letting it riot through the system and delete every trace of you and Batch as you darted into your bedroom. You picked up the blaster that was in your safe, locking the door and covering it back up. “In the supply cupboard,” you demanded.

“What?”

“Just do it Beetoo!” You shot the control panel for the front door and then locked yourself in the supply cupboard with the disgruntled droid, shooting that panel off the wall as well.

“Well now we are stuck,” she stated calmly.

“Stow it,” you snapped. Your steps were loud in the small space as she watched you walk backwards and forwards. They were here for you. It was that clone, Boba. Tapping the grip of the blaster against your forehead you tried to think of what to do.

“I have this.” You stopped and looked over at Beetoo as she produced the tracker Tech had given you at the Festival. “They would have jammed transmissions by now but judging by the programming on this, it would get through.”

“Beetoo…how?”

“I am a military, medical droid,” she stated as though it was obvious. “When I was remade he did not take that away from me.” Tech, oh Tech. You nearly collapsed as your breath stuttered at the thought of him. Echoes of your vision taunted you, the very real realisation that your visions held weight frightened you. But Tech saved you then, he could save you now…except it put them directly in the path of the Empire. The one thing Hunter, rightly, did not want.

“Use it.” You were close to tears, ripped apart by this decision as you felt them getting closer with every passing second.

“What if they get caught trying to save me?” You whispered.

“The odds are high in that regard. But there is a still a low chance they won’t.”

“And yet. You’re telling me to use it?” You scoffed, wiping your face.

“Yes. I will not survive this encounter. But I will go into it willingly knowing you have a chance of being found and rescued.”

“Fierfek,” you sobbed. Not able to hold back the emotion any longer.

“Record a message, I am just a droid they will destroy me.”

“But if they destroy you…” You asked, feeling a surge of something other than despair. The lights flickered, and the ground shook beneath your feet. Medical equipment slid off the shelves and you lurched to hold onto one. You could hear the faint explosions as they trapped people within the city, cutting off all escape because they were hunting for someone. For you.

“He will still be able to extract your message if I cannot deliver it myself,” she stated calmly, setting her feet slightly apart to stop herself falling over. The hissing of settling dust filled the room and you looked up at her from where you were holding onto the shelf.

“You would be able to do that?” You breathed, oddly calm in the face of imminent discovery or death.

“I would not have suggested it otherwise.” Now you laughed, grateful for that little glimpse of Tech as you nodded.

“Do it.”

Hunter felt uneasy. He couldn’t explain it. The restlessness could usually be nullified by twirling his knife, or pacing but nothing was working. Entering the cockpit he tried to find something comforting in the still lights of the stars only to come up with a blank. Ord Mantell was below them as they orbited. He eyed the planet wearily, as though expecting Cid to appear on the hull, demanding to know where they’d been all this time.

“You are not yourself,” Tech observed.

“Something feels…wrong.” It was the only way Hunter could explain.

“Nothing is wrong,” Tech said nonchalantly as he worked on fixing a loose connection.

“Yeah.” No, something was wrong. But if he couldn’t explain it, how could he make his brothers see?

Rex had promised he’d covered his tracks, the Bounty Hunter had been distracted and you were on Ord Mantell. And safe.

Safe.

So he wasn’t prepared when the proximity warnings went off and a Venator burst out of hyperspace right before them.

“That is unexpected,” Tech announced. He flipped a few switches. “We must contact Stitch before they cut our communications.” Hunter could already tell it was too late. He felt the deadness of the connection before Tech had even keyed in your com and typed his message. “They are jamming our transmissions. We must extract her.”

“Wait,” Hunter suddenly said. “How would they know where to find her?” No one answered his question, because no one knew, not even Tech. “Even if someone had seen her…it meant the Empire was nearby and monitoring coms to react this quickly.” Tech reacted, turning all the systems off in the ship and plunging them into the dark and cold so they were dead in space.

“Wha’ are you doing?” Wrecker asked, his voice almost too loud in the dead quiet.

“They cannot detect us, with all our systems switched off,” Tech explained as he peered forward. “Allowing us to pass directly beneath them.” The Venator was practically on top of them, all it would take was for someone to look with their own eyes outside, but the Imperials were arrogant. Relying on technology that could be blinded if you knew how.

“It’s c-cold!” Chattered Omega to which Wrecker responded by wrapping her up in a blanket and sitting her on his knee.

“We cannot warn her, or extract her,” Hunter’s words were punctuated with stress. “Unless anyone has any ideas?” Tech was rigid, Hunter could see him working through everything at once and coming up with the same conclusion every time. Their hands were tied. The risk of capture was too great.

“They don’t know she’s here though,” Omega added quietly from the crush of Wrecker’s arms. “Right?”

“That, I could not tell you for certain.” Hunter stiffened, he really wished Tech would soften his blows sometimes, especially with Omega.

They found you just like in your vision. Black lifeless visors and demanding voices; rough hands that took you right back to your darkest days and you curled up on the floor. But when they dragged Beetoo out and threw her on the ground a haze descended over your vision. You didn’t care about the medbay, the noise of your shattering equipment faded against the throb of your raging pulse and you screamed.

Kicking the legs out from under one trooper, you used him as a shield as they fired upon you, tossing his spent body aside you collided with another. Taking him down and rolling to the side only to swiftly get up and jab your elbow in the throat of another. You could feel them in the force, their weak points like beckons to you.

You took down two more with your bare hands, mainly going for the spot under their chins and choking them by landing a slicing blow and then swiping their feet out from under them. More troopers entered and you readied yourself, balling your fist and twisting your wrist only to realise you didn’t have your armour on. Just your normal medic, civvy clothes.

You didn’t even have time to dodge the bolts, taking them firmly in your chest and the power they released encapsulated your entire form, bringing you heavily to the ground and shattering your mind.

Pain. Your old friend and ever constant companion danced over your skin as the electricity coursed through your body. If you could have given up in that moment you would have.

It stopped and your body relaxed, your vision was blurred but you could still see Beetoo smashed on the floor, her parts littering the ground like silver rocks.

They were trashing your medcentre, your home. White boots stomped around your fallen body. Items fell and crashed, equipment was ripped apart, circuits sparking in protest. But you saw none of it.

Concentrating on the grey boots that stepped over the broken corpse of your droid. Boots you had worn when you were small, trying to make Jango smile as you clomped about the cockpit of the ship.

Your mind couldn’t process, it couldn’t separate Boba and Jango even with the change in colour on the armour. He crouched down, completely unbothered by the destruction that reigned around him while the Troopers tore through your place. He sighed, almost disappointingly as he regarded you through the helmet you refused to look at.

“This would have been much easier if you had come with me on Coruscant,” he murmured in that velvet smooth voice.

“Then you wouldn’t have had the joy of coming here.” It was effort to talk but you didn’t want him to see how weak he had made you, or how helpless you really were. You felt his gloves on your fingers, you tried tightening your grip but he was far stronger than you. Bending your fingers back to pull the tracker away, holding it up and admiring it in the flickering lights. “Can’t have anyone following us now.” He shattered the tracker, killing the signal and adding it to the debris on the floor. “Take her.”

You found some fight. Making yourself punch and kick only to be met with the firm plates of plastoid that ricocheted your hits off them with ease. Your throat was tired from screaming, only able to give you wracking sobs as they dragged you out of the front door.

Your eyes stared up at the sky, the Venator loomed over the city like a death knell, it’s underbelly almost touching the tallest building. Oppressive, forceful, overpowering. The noise of such a ship filled the air, the roar of the engines to keep it level in the atmosphere, the heady smell of fuel as it dumped out copious amounts of waste; even the heat from the engines as it burned the air around. It was suffocating.

It’s what the Empire did. Descended on planets and suffocated them until there was nothing and no one left.

None of them could stop watching.

Three more Venators arrived to create a blockade and the four of them stood and watched in horror as TIEs poured from the ships. The first Venator lowered into the atmosphere, lasers firing unrelentingly on the city below and there was nothing any of them could do.

Ships fled the planet surface, getting caught in tractor beams or were chased down and destroyed by pairs of TIEs when they didn’t cooperate.

Tech gripped the back of his seat with tense fingers, telling himself over and over again you would have found a place to hide until they could get to you.

“We can’t just sit here!” Wrecker suddenly blurted out.

“We have to,” Hunter told him wearily, the weight of this decision was crushing him.

“Wrecker’s right,” Omega sobbed, casting her tearful gaze up at her brother. “We need to find her!”

“No!” Hunter snapped and they both looked away from him. “I am protecting…you, us, our own.”

“Stitch is our own,” Tech stated quietly. “And we do not leave our own behind.”

“If you have something to suggest, Tech,” Hunter crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow almost as a challenge. His brother didn’t answer, planting himself back in the pilot seat as he woke the ship up.

“What are you doing?” Hunter growled as Wrecker shoved past him to get in the copilot seat. “We’ll never make it past the TIEs and the tractor beam!”

“We have to try!” Cried Omega as she grabbed Hunter’s arm. “We can’t leave her!” He crouched to her level, gathering her to him as he prayed to whatever crazy force that ran this galaxy. Omega shook in his arms, she was terrified and he steeled himself for the battle ahead.

“You stay close to me at all times,” he said gruffly, holding her steady as the ship tipped dramatically. The hull creaked and they all jolted as they took a hit.

“They’re firing on us,” Tech relayed calmly.

“What gave you that impression?” Hunter sourly replied. Omega was tucked tightly in his arms as he moved to a seat, but still she watched the light show outside.

The Marauder spiralled in Tech’s expert hands. Flying them into the atmosphere and away from the Venators.

“You’re going the wrong way,” Wrecker growled.

“We have TIEs on our tail. Clear those and we can double back without getting shot down as we land.” Tech explain sharply. There was nothing Hunter could do. He trusted his brothers explicitly, he knew they’d get to you eventually but he couldn’t help the feeling of each second passing him by, as they struggled to shake the Imperials. Every now and again he caught a glimpse of Ord Mantell, the plumes of smoke rising from the now shattered city and he just hoped you were holding on.

“Aww yeah!” Yelled Wrecker as he exploded a TIE and Tech shot the ship through the debris.

“One more…it’s heading back the Venator,” Tech said as he pushed the ship forward.

“Don’t get too close!” Hunter warned them. “If it’s returning…”

“They are pulling resources back,” Tech announced. “It means they have what they came for.” The implications of such a statement were heavy and none of them wanted to dwell on it.

“Look!” Omega pointed and all their attention zeroed in on the larger ship. Sure enough the engines were flaring, the roar of such a large ship in atmospheric pressure reached them through the hull of the Marauder and Tech pulled up to watch it leave.

“Should we go after them?” Tech asked. “If I can attach to their hull we should be able…”

“What if we go with the ship and Stitch is here?”Omega asked quietly.

Ord Mantell was smoking and broken from the bombardment of the ship. The ship that was now leaving. “Why would they do that?” She whispered, expressing the horror they were all feeling.

“Because they come in, destroy, take what they want and leave.” Hunter replied grimly, with a disgusted twist to his mouth.

“Their hyperdrive is activating,” Tech announced as the engines flared. “It is now or never.” But Hunter didn’t respond and the ship disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There was a beat of silence, a held breath as they all stared at the trail left in the atmosphere.

“Tech, get us down there.” But it was a needless command. Tech had already started guiding the ship back to the city, his fingers sure and precise on the controls. Omega settled back into his arms, her small body trembling and he just hoped there weren’t any Imperials left. If there were, they’d soon be wishing they left with the ship.

The Marauder had barely completed its landing cycle before the ramp was opening but Hunter stopped both Tech and Wrecker with a hand to the chest.

“Covertly. We do this covertly.” He said quietly. “We have no idea if there are Imperials nearby.” Hunter made them pause for a moment longer before moving aside. Tech disembarked first, his visor taking in everything as it tracked his eye movement.

The devastation they were greeted with was immense. Rubble lined the streets instead of people. Buildings were blown apart, carbon scorching marked the floor, edging the craters with a black dusting. But what really got to the group was the silence.

Ord Mantell had never been this quiet, even at night time. Not a single being could be seen moving, there was no music, no hustle of market day. It was like a ghost town and Hunter tried to shake off the feeling of dread that tiptoed up his spine.

Wrecker was breathing heavily into his helmet, struggling with the scene laid before him. They had seen devastation before, but this had just happened, it was still so raw.

“Look out!” Tech pushed Hunter out of the way, snatching at Omega as a wall began to give way. The ripping of stone rendered the air as it crashed to the ground, right where they’d been standing. Dust kicked up, creating a thick cloud that made them all cough.

“Eyes up!” Hunter wheezed. The group collectively raised their blasters only to come face to face with citizens covered in dust. Their eyes were wide with fear as they skirted around the armoured clones, footsteps fading all too quickly in the silent city.

“This is eerie,” Omega whispered as they slowly made their way towards the medcentre. Tech checked his datapad, making sure they were heading in the right direction.

The destruction lessened and Hunter slowed the group down. He was weary, why was this part of the city untouched but the rest was pretty much in ruins? He sighted round the corner, gesturing to Wrecker who went wide and scoped out the street.

“Clear.” The big clone commed quietly. Hunter motioned to Tech who headed straight for the medcentre doorway and opened it with ease. The grating noise was loud and all their blasters pointed into the darkness. Occasionally it was broken by a sparking light cell overhead but the whole place had a silent, ominous feel to it. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound.

Hunter gestured again and this time Tech entered the building, the rest of them following.

It was dark, too dark. Tech clicked his torch on, ignoring the way his breath hitched when it lit up the hallway. Resting his blaster across his other hand, he advanced.

Tech turned the corner quickly, his finger squeezing the trigger ready to shoot at anything that moved. Immediately he found it difficult to breathe. He was barely aware of Hunter ordering Wrecker to check the rest of the place as he surveyed the damage that had been done. Omega stayed close to Hunter, peering round into the bays with fearful eyes.

All the equipment they had fought tooth and nail over was strewn across the floor, beds bent or marked with blaster shot marks littered the area, your medbay curtains were burnt and torn. Beetoo, lay half crushed on the floor, her inner circuits leaking out of her torso. Your office door was open and Tech could see the destruction trailed into there. The beam of his torch shook and it took Hunter a few times of calling his name before he realised he hadn’t moved.

“Tech. She’s not here.” Hunter put a hand over Tech’s arms, making him lower them before he accidentally shot something.

“Look a’ the mess,” Wrecker gasped, his fists curling until he knuckles cracked.

Tech finally moved, crouching beside Beetoo as he tried to make sense of everything. To his shock her photoreceptors lit up.

“Tech?” Your voice was unmistakable. Small and terrified. “If you’re listening to this, they found me.” He could hear the despair in your tone, the sniff as you fought not to cry. “Tech. I used the tracker but I know you can’t come and get me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” His hand reached out to hover over the droid as you finally gave in and sobbed. “I’m hiding in the supply cupboard, they landed not that long ago and I know they’re here for me. They know w-who I am. Wh-what I am.” You cried again, gasping a little and he imagined you wiping your face in frustration. “Don’t come after me, Tech. I’d never forgive myself.” He jolted at the abrupt sound of blaster fire. “They’re he—.” The recording was cut off.

Silence reined as Beetoo’s power finally gave out. Tech’s hand shook, still balanced on the balls of his feet in a crouching position as he reeled from what he’d just heard. Hunter and Wrecker stood just behind him, their heads bowed as circuits sparked somewhere in the depths of your place. Omega wept silently, pressing her face into Hunter’s side and he curled an arm around her in some form of comfort.

Tech held his breath, eyes picking out the pieces on the ground as he named all the debris automatically. He knew what this used to be. His fingers gently picked up the chip board that was exposed in the shattered casing, letting the pieces fall to the floor with a soft clatter…this was the remains of your tracker.

Hopelessness was a heavy cloud, hanging in the air like a noxious gas. Everything they had done to keep you safe had been for nothing, they still lost.

“We need to leave.” Hunter said.

“Like this?” Wrecker asked.

“Yes. We won’t be coming back. She’s gone. Tech?” He could feel Hunter’s hand on his shoulder, the pat of it through his armour but still he couldn’t move. “We need to go.” Tech pulled a datastick from his pouch, pushing it into the port at the back of Beetoo’s head, he downloaded everything from the droid. He just hoped it was enough.

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